Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maladjusted, artist - Morrissey. Album song Maladjusted, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Maladjusted |
| I wanna start from |
| Before the beginning |
| Loot wine, «Be mine, and |
| Then let’s stay out for the night» |
| Ride via Parkside |
| Semi-perilous lives |
| Jeer the lights in the windows |
| Of all safe and stable homes |
| (But wondering then, well what |
| Could peace of mind be like ?) |
| Anyway do you want to hear |
| Our story, or not? |
| As the Fulham Road lights |
| Stretch and invite into the night |
| From a Stevenage overspill |
| We’d kill to live around |
| SW6 — with someone like you |
| Keep thieves' hours |
| With someone like you |
| …As long as it slides |
| You stalk the house |
| In a low-cut blouse: |
| «Oh Christ, another stifled |
| Friday night !» |
| And the Fulham Road lights |
| Stretch and invite into the night |
| Well, I was fifteen |
| What could I know? |
| When the gulf between |
| All the things I need |
| And the things I receive |
| Is an ancient ocean |
| Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed |
| Still I maintain there’s nothing |
| Wrong with you |
| You do all that you do |
| Because it’s all you can do |
| Well, I was fifteen |
| Where could I go? |
| With a soul full of loathing |
| For stinging bureaucracy |
| Making it anything |
| Other than easy |
| For working girls like me |
| With my hands on my head |
| I flop on your bed |
| With a head full of dread |
| For all I’ve ever said |
| Maladjusted, maladjusted |
| Maladjusted maladjusted |
| Never to be trusted |
| Oh, never to be trusted |
| There’s nothing wrong with you, oh |
| …There's nothing wrong with you |