Oh a working class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran
Turned sickness into popular song

Streets of wet black holes
On roads you can never know
You never have been but they always have you
Till the day that you croak
Itґs no joke

Oh a working class face glares back
At me from the glass and lurches
Oh forgive me on the streets I ran
Turned sickness into unpopular song

And all these streets can do
Is to claim to know the real you
And warn if you donґt leave you will kill or be killed
Which isnґt very nice
Here everybodyґs friendly
But nobodyґs friends

Oh dear God, when will I be where I should be
And when the palmist said
"One Thursday you will be dead"
I said: "No, not me, this cannot be
Dear God, take him, take them, take anyone
The stillborn
The newborn
The infirm
Take anyone
Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Just spare me!"
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On The Streets I Ran Lyrics

Morrissey – On The Streets I Ran Lyrics

Songwriters: MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK/TOBIAS, JESSE ALEJANDRO
On The Streets I Ran lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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