SISTER I'M POET
(Morrissey / Stephen Street)

All over this town 
yes, a low wind may blow 
and I can see through everybody... 
with no reason 
to hide these words I feel 
and no reason 
to talk about the books I read 
but still I do

That's 'cause I'm a...
Sister I'm a... 
all over this town

Along this way 
outside the prison gates 
I love the romance of Crime 
And I wonder:
does anybody feel the way I do? 
and is evil just something you are?
or something you do?

Sister I'm a...
Sister I'm a... 
all over this town

All over this town 
they pull over in their Citroen vans 
- not to shake your hand 
with Meths on their breaths 
and you with youth on your side 
plastic bag stranded at the lights 
This once was me ...

But now I'm a...
Sister I'm a...
all over this town ...
oh, oh, oh 
all over this town 
all over this town 
eh