Morrissey Maladjusted Lyrics

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
South West 6 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 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'll 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