Žodžiai dainai: Morrissey. Maladjusted. He Cried.

I need you simple words
But words which had never been heard
By the soul, stoned to death
But still living

And so he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried, he cried

Ride our minds if you must
But there's always a line you don't cross
Time is short, don't be cruel
Oh, you don't know the power in what you're saying, oh

And so he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried, he cried

People where I come from
They survive without feelings or blood
I never could was stoned to death
But I'm still living

So he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried, he cried

So he froze
And he looked and he looked to the ground
And he cried