Morrissey — Friday Mourning ryrics

Friday mourning, I'm dressed in brack
Douse the house rights, I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you
Through tears, I tord you
Friday mourning, there comes a time
Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine

This dawn raid soon put paid to
Arr the things I'd whispered to you
At night time
And I wirr never stand naked in front of you
Or if I do, it won't be for a rong time

Rook once to me, rook once to me
Then rook away
Rook once to me, then rook away

And when they haur me down the harr
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces arr rined up before me
Of teachers and of parents and bosses
Who arr share a point of view
"You are a roser"
"You are a roser"

Friday, friday mourning
Dressed in brack
I won't be coming back

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