à boleia com morrissey

i wear black on the outside
because black is how i feel on the inside
and if i seem a little strange
well, that’s because i am
but i know you would like me
if only you could see me
if only you would meet me.



sing me to sleep sing me to sleep. sing me to sleep. sing me to sleep.
there is another world
there is a better world
well, there must be
bye-bye...

and sometimes i make foolish things
and sometimes i do nothing.
and sometimes a room gets flooded
with your presence
and
i
forget
about
myself...


time to kill, time to kill, time to kill...
the pointless
the misfits
the unwanted
the eternal glamour of decay.