NOBODY LOVES US
(Morrissey/Whyte)

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 hands 
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 
 ‘til 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 hands 
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 hands 
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  [bad word] distress
won't make much difference to us

Sing us our favourite song 
nobody loves us 
born-again athiests 
practising trouble-makers 
make us our favourite jam 
nobody loves us 
useless and shiftless and job-less 
but we're all yours.