Morrissey. Maladjusted. Sorrow Will Come in The End. Zeneszám

Legalized theft leaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
(Somehow expecting no less)
A court of justice with no use for truth
Lawyer, liar, lawyer, liar

You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But sorrow will come
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 will come
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