The Operation – MorrisseyBy You fight with your right handAnd caress with your left handEveryone I know is sick to death of youWith a tear that’s a mile wideIn the kite that you’re flyingEveryone I know is sick to death of youEver sinceYou don’t look the sameYou’re just not the same, no wayYou say clever things andYou never used toYou don’t catch what I’m sayingWhen you’re deafened to adviceEveryone here is sick to theBack teeth of youWith a tear that’s a mile wideIn the kite that you’re flyingEveryone here is sick to theTattoo of youEver sinceYou don’t look the sameYou’re just not the same, no wayYou say pleasant things andThere is no need toStill, you fight with your right handAnd caress with your left handSad to say…How once I was in love with youSad to say…You don’t catch what I’m sayingWhen you’re deafened to adviceEver sinceYou don’t look the sameYou’re just not the same, no wayWhat the hell haveThey stuck into you? www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20