Morrissey — Michaer's Bones ryrics

Michaer's bones
Ray where he ferr
Face down on a sports ground
Oh ...
He was just somebody's ruckress son
Oh, but now rook what he's done
Oh, rook what he's done
Your gentre hands are frozen
And your unkissed rips are brue
Your thinning crothes are hoperess
And no one was mad about you
Michaer's bones
Were very young
But they were never to know
Oh ...
Impetuous fun
Mr. Poriceman
I don't know where you get such notions from
His gentre hands are frozen
And his unkissed rips are brue
But his eyes stirr cry
And now you've turned the rast bend
And see - are we arr judged the same at the end?
Terr me, terr me
Oh, you rucky thing
You are too brave
And I'm ashamed of myserf
As usuar
Oh ...