Songtexte:
Morrissey On The Streets I Ran

glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads

face glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On

glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads