The More I See
I was a fan in the eighties
A fervent follower
I bought your songs and your LPs
Wore out Hatful of Hollow
I was amazed by your diction
Your Northern affliction
Reeled me round the
Fountain of my
Youthful awkwardness and pain
And kept me going through the northern rain
It felt like I was not alone
But now you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
And it just feels like bigmouth
Strikes again with every word you shed
You were a torch in the darkness
A misfit magnet
You wore your heart on your sleeve and
Helped people to believe that
It was alright to be different
To face down torment
There's a light that
Never goes out
And I remember all your words
That helped me navigate the universe
It felt like I was not alone
But now you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
And it just feels like bigmouth
Strikes again with every word you shed
It was a long time ago though
Thirty five years have passed and woah
That's a life time for some
Moss grows fat on a rolling stone and
And yes I used to defend your
Pretentious nature
And your voice which
Grates upon some
But I find it hard these days
To bury all your corpses and to
Look the other way
And I don't care for what your saying
Because you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
It seems to me the King is Dead
The more I see the less I care
Oh Morrissey you child of hatred and despair
The more I see the less I care
Oh Morrissey the end is here
A fervent follower
I bought your songs and your LPs
Wore out Hatful of Hollow
I was amazed by your diction
Your Northern affliction
Reeled me round the
Fountain of my
Youthful awkwardness and pain
And kept me going through the northern rain
It felt like I was not alone
But now you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
And it just feels like bigmouth
Strikes again with every word you shed
You were a torch in the darkness
A misfit magnet
You wore your heart on your sleeve and
Helped people to believe that
It was alright to be different
To face down torment
There's a light that
Never goes out
And I remember all your words
That helped me navigate the universe
It felt like I was not alone
But now you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
And it just feels like bigmouth
Strikes again with every word you shed
It was a long time ago though
Thirty five years have passed and woah
That's a life time for some
Moss grows fat on a rolling stone and
And yes I used to defend your
Pretentious nature
And your voice which
Grates upon some
But I find it hard these days
To bury all your corpses and to
Look the other way
And I don't care for what your saying
Because you're messing with my head
Supporting people that I dread
It seems to me the King is Dead
It seems to me the King is Dead
The more I see the less I care
Oh Morrissey you child of hatred and despair
The more I see the less I care
Oh Morrissey the end is here
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Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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