Morrissey from Morrissey by The Grief Brothers

In a ghost town by the sea
I saw Stephen’s bastard son
And he was looking quite black to me
Oh Morrissey, what have you done?

They think you’re wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
They think you’re wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

In a sticky basement club
Which they imagine is the Hacienda
Drinking bottled Newkie to their own LPs
They don’t like songs which have happy endings

They are so miserable, miserable, miserable
They are so miserable, miserable, miserable

In this town which used to make steel
Now they’re turning out bottle tops
And all those people who had a rough deal
Still sitting grinning watching Top Of The Pops

In a ghost town by the sea
I saw Stephen’s bastard son
And he was looking quite black to me
Oh Morrissey, what have you done?

They think you’re wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
They think you’re wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
They think you’re wonderful, wonderful, wonderful
And heaven knows I’m miserable now

• Alternative
• Americana
• Indie
• Wales
• longing
• loss
• love
• wales
• Swansea