Artist: morrissey
Song: michaelys bones
Michael's bones
Lay where they fell
Face down on a sports ground
He was just somebody's luckless son
Oh but now look what he's done
Oh look what he's done
Your gentle hands are frozen
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless
And no one was mad about you
Michael's bones were very young
But they were never to know
Impetuous fun
Mr. Policeman
I don't know where you get such notions from
His gentle hands are frozen
And his unkissed lips are blue
But his eyes still cry
And now you've turned the last bend
And see are we all judged the same at the end?
Tell me, tell me
Oh you lucky thing
You are too brave
And I'm ashamed of myself as usual
