Rusholme Ruffians歌词

作词 : Marr, Morrissey
Rusholme Ruffians - The Smiths

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator

A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn’t mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fair

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And someone falls in love

And someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes "
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This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes "

La

So scratch my name on your arm

With a fountain pen

(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm
With a fountain pen

(This means you really love me)

Oh

And though I walk home alone

I just might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

La