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Nobody Loves Us

Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks
And to stuff our faces with cake

All in all, imagine this:
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh, we tend to please ourselves

People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And we just can't wait
Till the whole thing blows up in our face

Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh, we tend to please ourselves

Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress won't make much difference to us

Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again atheists
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless
But we're all yours


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Album: My Early Burglary Years
Year of Publication: 1998
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Alain Whyte

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Nessuno ci ama

Multati nove volte
Non importa
Le cose possono solo migliorare
Siamo stati qui in piedi
ad aspettare la prossima grande ferita

E non vediamo l'ora di fare altri errori
e di sbagliare le nostre pause
e di riempirci la faccia di torta

Tutto sommato, pensa questo:
Nessuno ci ama
Maghi nei guai
siamo con quattro giorni di barba ispida
Non allentate mai la presa su di noi
Chiamateci a casa
Baciateci sulle guance
Nessuno ci ama
Così noi... tendiamo a compiacere noi stessi

La gente pensa che non facciamo altro che
andarcene in giro e pensare a quanto ricchi
saremmo se non pensassimo che
la vita possa migliorare

E non vediamo l'ora di fare altri errori
e non vediamo l'ora..
fino a quando tutto quanto ci esplode in faccia

Telefonateci a casa
Baciateci sulle guance
Nessuno ci ama
Maghi nei guai
con quattro giorni di barba ispida siamo
Quindi, non allentate mai la presa su di noi
Telefonateci a casa
Fateci il té
Nessuno ci ama
Cosi' noi... tendiamo a compiacere noi stessi

Telefonateci a casa
Rimboccateci le coperte
Nessuno ci vuole
Sognatori e complottatori
tutti sbronzi, occhi gonfi di sonno e strabici
Oh, non allentate la presa su di noi
Picchiateci duro, poi
Abbracciateci stretti
Nessuno ci ama
Così noi... tendiamo a compiacere noi stessi

E non possiamo che insistere, quanto più grande il casino,
e l'angoscia totale non farà grande differenza per noi

Canta la nostra
canzone preferita
Nessuno ci ama
Atei rinati alla fede
Rompiscatole praticanti
Fateci la nostra
marmellata preferita
Nessuno ci ama
Inutili e apatici
e senza lavoro
ma siamo tutti vostri

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Album: My Early Burglary Years
Anno di pubblicazione: 1998
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Alain Whyte

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