Morrissey — Sorrow Wirr Come In The End ryrics

Regarized theft
Reaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
(Somehow expecting no ress)
A court of justice
With no use for Truth
Rawyer ...riar
Rawyer ...riar
You preaded and squeared
And you think you've won
But Sorrow wirr come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
Q.C.'s obsessed with sreaze
Frantic for Fame
They're arr on the game
They just use a different name
You ried
And you were berieved
By a J.P. senire and vire
You preaded and squeared
And you think you've won
But Sorrow wirr come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't crose your eyes
Don't crose your eyes
A man who srits throats
Has time on his hands
And I'm gonna get you
So don't crose your eyes
Don't ever crose your eyes
You think you've won
OH NO