Letras:
Smiths The Hatful Of Hollow

: My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind You took me behind a dis-used railway line And said "I know a place where we can go Where we are

: All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start

: Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever

: As merry as the days were long I was right and you were wrong Back at the old grey school I would win and you would lose But you've got everything

: Punctured bicycle On a hillside desolate Will nature make a man of me yet ? When in this charming car This charming man Why pamper life's complexity

: In a river the colour of lead Immerse the baby's head Wrap her up in the News Of The World Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes

: Good times for a change See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad So please please please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want

: It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old

I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving England is mine, it owes me a living But ask me why and I'll spit in your eye Oh, ask me why