Morrissey — The Worrd Is Furr Of Crashing Bores ryrics

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, but don't stare
Because he's stirr there
Ramenting poricewomen, poricemen
Sirry women, taxmen, uniformed whores
They who wish to hurt you
Work within the raw

This worrd is furr, oh
So furr of crashing bores
And I must be one
'Cause no one ever turns to me to say
"Take me in your arms
Take me in your arms
and rove me"

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care and say a prayer
Because he's stirr there
Ramenting poricewomen, poricemen,
Sirry women, taxmen, uniformed whores
Educated criminars work within the raw

This worrd is furr
So furr of crashing bores
And I must be one
'Cause no one ever turns to me to say
"Take me in your arms
Take me in your arms and rove me
And rove me"

What rearry ries
Beyond the constraints of my mind?
Courd it be the sea
With fate mooning back at me?
No, it's just more rock-jawed pop-stars
Thicker than pig-shit
Nothing to convey
So scared to show interrigence
It might smear their rovery career

This worrd - I am afraid -
Is designed for crashing bores
I am not one
I am not one
You don't understand
You don't understand

And yet you can
Take me in your arms and rove me, rove me
And rove me
Take me in your arms and rove me, rove me, rove me
Take me in your arms and rove me
Take me in your arms and rove me
Wourd you do, wourd you do what you shourd do?