Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999) by Morrissey (보컬) on maniadb.com

On this glorious occasion...
of the splendid defeat

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, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you

So...the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway?
It's my life to wreck
My own way

You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole

So...the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, I've never been surer
It's my life to ruin
My own way

You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole

To someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole

To someone, somewhere, oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah...

Bolt-lock your doors
Alarm your cars
And still we move in closer
Every day
Top of the list
Is your smiling kids
But we'll be smiling too
So that's OK
Oh, and by the way
Thank you, because you're
Giving, giving, giving
And we're receiving -
No, no, we're taking
Keeping the population down

Your taxes paid, but
Police waylaid
And we knows
When the school bus
Comes and goes
We're on your street, but
You don't see us
Or, if you do
You smile and say Hello


BUT DON'T UNDERESTIMATE US
When you are
Giving, giving, giving
And we're receiving -
No, no, we're taking
Just keeping
The population down
You're giving, giving, giving
Well, it's your own fault
For reproducing

We're just keeping
The population down

Trouble loves me
Trouble needs me
Two things
More than you do
Or would attempt to
So, console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance
Seems serene

Trouble loves me
Walks beside me
To chide me
Not to guide me
It's still much more
Than you'll do
So, console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance seems serene

See the fool I'll be
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
Still running 'round

Ready with ready-wit
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage - At your age!
Go to Soho, oh
Go to waste in
The wrong arms
Still running 'round
Trouble loves me
Seeks and finds me
To charlatanize me
Which is only
As it should be
Oh, please fulfill me
Otherwise, kill me
Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it
Faced with the music, as always I'll face it
In the half-light
So English, frowning
Then at midnight I
Can't get you out of my head
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round

Papa Jack
Wants to turn
Back the clock
And reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown

Papa Jack
In decline
Feels inclined
To reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown

But there was a time
When the kids reached up
And Papa Jack just
Pushed them away

Looking deep
In his heart
Papa Jack
Doesn't like
What he sees
Or the time
On his hands

The dying day
The chilly sun
Papa Jack
All alone
Sings slow
Grieving and low

But there was a time
When the kids reached up
Now you can't always
Have it your way

Papa Jack

I know these roads
Each ridge and narrow bridge
Each chevron
Enticing me on
Each warning sign
I take in my stride

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased
With the things I've found

I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, I know what's
Expected of me now
Veering cliffwards

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased
With the things I've found
With the things I've found
With the things I've found
I've found

I've been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays
And it says:
"We've never really been away"

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't think of who I'm missing
I've got no space and no time
In my life, anymore
No space or time
In my life, anymore
For revenge

Download something
useful, or useless
because I'm lying here
wide to receive
almost anything
you'd care to give
and I don't
get along with myself
and I'm not too keen
on anyone else
Turn on, plug in
then just walk away
unlock, process
then just go
and I've never felt quite so alone
as I do right now

I need you
Simple words
But words which had never been heard
By the soul
Stoned to death
But still living
And so he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried
He cried

Ride our minds
If you must
But there’s always a line you don’t cross
Time is short
Don’t be cruel
Oh you don’t know the power
In what you’re saying
Oh ...
And so he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried
He cried
...

People where
I come from
They survive without feelings or blood
I never could
Was stoned to death
But I’m still living
So he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried
He cried

So he froze where he stood
And he looked, and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried

Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind
He won't be dragged down
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem to be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it - please
It's free
You'll never see
You'll never see
All the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Call me in
Pull me in, call me in
Come on, come on, oh
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me in, pull me in
Call me in, haul me in, pull me in
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on
La la la la la
Oh...