maladjusted

• bunlarda morrissey'in sarkisinin lirikleri;
  
  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