Maladjusted

Written by：Martin James Boorer/Morrissey

On this glorious occasion

Of the splendid defeat

I wanna start from

Before the beginning

Loot wine "Be mine and

Then let's stay out for the night"

Ride via Parkside

Semi-perilous lives

Jeer the lights in the windows

Of all safe and stable homes

But wondering then well what

Could peace of mind be like

Anyway do you want to hear

Our story or not

As the Fulham Road lights

Stretch and invite into the night

From a Stevenage overspill

We'd kill to live around

SW6 - with someone like you

Keep thieves' hours

With someone like you

As long as it slides

You stalk the house

In a low-cut blouse :

"Oh Christ another stifled

Friday night "

And the Fulham Road lights

Stretch and invite into the night

Well I was fifteen

What could I know

When the gulf between

All the things I need

And the things I receive

Is an ancient ocean

Wide wild lost uncrossed

Still I maintain there's nothing

Wrong with you

You do all that you do

Because it's all you can do

Well I was fifteen

Where could I go

With a soul full of loathing

For stinging bureaucracy

Making it anything

Other than easy

For working girls like me

With my hands on my head

I flop on your bed

With a head full of dread

For all I've ever said

Maladjusted maladjusted

Maladjusted maladjusted

Never to be trusted

Oh never to be trusted

There's nothing wrong with you oh

There's nothing wrong with you oh

There's nothing wrong with you oh

There's nothing wrong with you

There's nothing wrong with you