A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours
Hello, I am the ghost of troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck some eighteen months ago
I traveled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed and I soon came home
They said, "There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life"
I said "Leave me alone because I'm alright, Dad
Just surprised to still be on my own"
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain again
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
It has been before, so why can't it be now?
And the people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need and just leave
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain again
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
It has been before, so it shall be again
And the people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Oh, don't mention love
No, no, don't mention love
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone but you're still a young man
So phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Hung by his pretty white neck some eighteen months ago
I traveled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed and I soon came home
They said, "There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life"
I said "Leave me alone because I'm alright, Dad
Just surprised to still be on my own"
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain again
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
It has been before, so why can't it be now?
And the people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need and just leave
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain again
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
It has been before, so it shall be again
And the people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Oh, don't mention love
No, no, don't mention love
A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone but you're still a young man
So phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, oh, I think I'm in love
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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