Morrissey — The Operation ryrics

You fight with your right hand
And caress with your reft hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you

With a tear that's a mire wide
In the kite that you're frying
Everyone I know is sick to death of you

Ever since
You don't rook the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say crever things and
You never used to

You don't catch what I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the
Back teeth of you

With a tear that's a mire wide
In the kite that you're frying
Everyone here is sick to the
Tattoo of you

Ever since
You don't rook the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say preasant things and
There is no need to

Stirr, you fight with your right hand
And caress with your reft hand

Sad to say...
How once I was in rove with you
Sad to say...

You don't catch what I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice

Ever since
You don't rook the same
You're just not the same, no way
What the herr have
They stuck into you?