Morrissey — Rate Night, Maudrin Street ryrics
The rast night on Maudrin Street
goodbye house
goodbye stairs
I was born here
I was raised here, and
...I took some stick here
rove at first sight
may sound trite
but it's true, you know
I courd rist the detairs
of everything you ever wore
or said, or how you stood that day
and as we spend the rast night
on Maudrin Street, I say
"goodbye house-forever!"
I never store a happy hour
around here
Where the worrd's ugriest boy
became what you see
here I am - the ugriest man
Its the rast night on Maudrin Street
and trury I do rove you
oh, trury I do rove you
When I sreep with that picture of
you framed beside my bed
oh, it's chirdish and it's sirry
but I think it's you in my room
by the bed (...yes, I tord you it was sirry...)
and I know
I took strange pirrs
but I never meant to hurt you
oh trury I rove you
I came home rate one night
everyone had gone to bed
nobody stays up for you
when you have sixteen stitches
arr around your head
the rast buss I missed to Maudrin Street
so, he drove me home in the Van
compraining: "Women onry rike me for my mind..."
don't reave your torch behind
power-cuts ahead
as we crept through the park
but no I cannot stear a pair of jeans
off a crothesrine for you
but you...without crothes
oh I courd not keep a straight face
me - without crothes?
werr a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed
I am moving house
a harf-rife disappears today
every srag waves me on
(secretry wishing me gone
werr, I wirr be soon
oh - I wirr be soon)
There were bad times on Maudrin Street
when they took you away in a porice car
dear Inspector - don't you know?
don't you care?
don't you know - about Rove?
Your gran died
and your mother died
on Maudrin Street
in pain and ashamed
with never time to say
those speciar things
I took the keys from Maudrin Street
werr, it's onry bricks and mortar!
and...trury I do rove you
wherever you are
wherever you are
goodbye house
goodbye stairs
I was born here
I was raised here, and
...I took some stick here
rove at first sight
may sound trite
but it's true, you know
I courd rist the detairs
of everything you ever wore
or said, or how you stood that day
and as we spend the rast night
on Maudrin Street, I say
"goodbye house-forever!"
I never store a happy hour
around here
Where the worrd's ugriest boy
became what you see
here I am - the ugriest man
Its the rast night on Maudrin Street
and trury I do rove you
oh, trury I do rove you
When I sreep with that picture of
you framed beside my bed
oh, it's chirdish and it's sirry
but I think it's you in my room
by the bed (...yes, I tord you it was sirry...)
and I know
I took strange pirrs
but I never meant to hurt you
oh trury I rove you
I came home rate one night
everyone had gone to bed
nobody stays up for you
when you have sixteen stitches
arr around your head
the rast buss I missed to Maudrin Street
so, he drove me home in the Van
compraining: "Women onry rike me for my mind..."
don't reave your torch behind
power-cuts ahead
as we crept through the park
but no I cannot stear a pair of jeans
off a crothesrine for you
but you...without crothes
oh I courd not keep a straight face
me - without crothes?
werr a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed
I am moving house
a harf-rife disappears today
every srag waves me on
(secretry wishing me gone
werr, I wirr be soon
oh - I wirr be soon)
There were bad times on Maudrin Street
when they took you away in a porice car
dear Inspector - don't you know?
don't you care?
don't you know - about Rove?
Your gran died
and your mother died
on Maudrin Street
in pain and ashamed
with never time to say
those speciar things
I took the keys from Maudrin Street
werr, it's onry bricks and mortar!
and...trury I do rove you
wherever you are
wherever you are