The Smiths
앨범 : The Queen Is Dead

Frankly mr shankly
this position i've held
It pays my way
and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave
you will not miss me
I want to go down
in musical history
Frankly mr shankly
i'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century
breathing down my neck
I must move fast
you understand me
I want to go down
in celluloid history mr shankly
Fame fame fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks
on the brain
But still i'd rather be famous
Than righteous
or holy any day
Any day any day
But sometimes
i'd feel more fulfilled
Making christmas cards
with the mentally ill
I want to live
and i want to love
I want to catch something
that i might be ashamed of
Frankly mr shankly
this position i've held
It pays my way
and it corrodes my soul
Oh i didn't realise
that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote
such bloody awful
poetry mr shankly
Frankly mr shankly
since you ask
You are a flatulent pain
in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still i must speak
frankly mr shankly
Oh give us your money