Rusholme Ruffians (John Peel Session 08.08.84)
The Smiths
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The last night of the fair, by the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed, and his money is grabbed in the air, hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous, she is funny, an engagement ring doesn't mean a thing
To a man consumed by brass money
And though I walk home alone
Though I walk home alone
My faith-in-love is still devout
The last night of the fair, from a seat on a whirling waltz, a skirt ascends
For a watching eye, it's a hideous trait on a mother's side
From a seat on a whirling waltz, a skirt ascends
For a watching eye, a hideous trait on a mother's side
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith-in-love is still devout
Then someone falls in love, and someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up, and the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love, and someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith-in-love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair, and the grease in the hair of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied, she says, how quickly would I die?
If I jumped on the top of the parachute?
This is the last night of the fair, and the grease in the hair of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied, she says, how quickly would I die?
If I jumped on the top of the parachute?
So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
And though I walk home alone, though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devoured, though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devoured, though I walk home alone
My faith in love is still devoured