SORROW [bad word] IN THE END
(Morrissey/Whyte)

Legalized theft
leaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
(somehow expecting no less)
a court of justice
with no use for [bad word] Lawyer ...liar
lawyer ...liar
you pleaded and squealed
and you think you've won
but Sorrow [bad word] to you in the end
and as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain

Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze
frantic for Fame
they're all on the game
they just use a different name
You lied and you were believed
by a J.P. senile and vile
you pleaded and squealed
and you think you've won
but Sorrow [bad word] to you in the end
and as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain

so don't close your eyes
don't close your eyes
a man who slits throats
has time on his hands
and I'm gonna get you

So don't close your eyes
don't ever close your eyes
you think you've won
oh no