Morrissey Follow

The whispering may hurt you
But the printed word might kill you
The whispering may hurt you
But the printed word might kill you

So don't let the blue
The blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CD's and t-shirts, promos, God knows, oww
You know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

The teenagers who love you
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers who love you
They will wake up, yawn and kill you

So don't let the blue
The blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CD's and t-shirts, promos, God knows, oww
You know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

There's a cash register ringing and
It weighs so heavy on my back
Someone please take me home

The critics who can't break you
They somehow help to make you
The critics who can't break you
Unwittingly they make you

So don't let the good days of the gold discs
Creep up and mug you
No no no, with evil legal eagles
Oh, you know I couldn't last
Accountants rampant
Oh, you know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism thrown my way to stay
And the Northern leeches go on removing, removing, removing

Then in the end
Your royalties bring you luxuries
Your royalties bring you luxuries
Oh but
The squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind