Suedehead

Music and lyrics Morrisey

• Suedehead

Why do you come here
Why do you hang around
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes
Things hard for me
When you know, oh

Why do you come?
Why do you telephone?
And why send me silly notes?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes
Thing hard for me
When you know, oh
Why do you come?

You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
Was it just to see all the things
You knew I'd written about you?
And...so many illustrations
I'm so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened NOW.

Every Day Is Like Sunday

Music an lyrics Morrisey

• Every Day Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get

Music Morrisey

• The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get