Rusholme Ruffians Lyrics

Song	Rusholme Ruffians
Artist	The Smiths
Album	Unreleased Demos and Instrumentals
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	作词 : Marr, Morrissey
	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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaThis 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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaSo 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)
	OhAnd 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

	zuo ci : Marr, Morrissey
	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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaThis 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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaSo 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
	OhAnd 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

	zuò cí : Marr, Morrissey
	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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaThis 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 dieIf I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
	LaSo 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
	OhAnd 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

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