Mywristsarewarm// [The Smiths - Meat is Murder] lyrics

by

The Smiths


[Verse]

You keep f*ckin' up my life
This beautiful creature must die n' so do I
You were a child's cry, on your knees
Hearing Electric Feel gimme the feels
Honey gon' get me killed
At Earl Sweatshirt you were high off pills
Still had me hell bent n' head over heels
Now I'm over here neck tied and kickin' chairs
I don't want what's fair I want what's mine
You're not for me n' that's just fine
Blue in the face babe, I think I need just one more line
Flower child succubi, you keep f*ckin' up my life
You keep f*ckin' up my life
This beautiful creature must die n' so do I
From time he put that bottle down n' girl that n*gga's amazing
At least he tries
This is goodbye
Don't f*ckin' call, talk of me, I f*ckin' mean it
Three cheers for revenge makes it sweeter
f*ck ya peers who don't like me, I hope they hear this
Keep my secrets, n' get well soon then
You can't have my brother n' you can't f*ck my friends
I love you so much that it hurts my head
The world is ugly but you're beautiful to me
Eileen, it's always you verse the sea
Holocene was my home
Now my wrists are warm

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