Morrissey - The Operation Lyrics
You fight with your right handAnd caress with your left handEveryone I know is sick to death of youWith a tear thats a mile wideIn the kite that youre flyingEveryone I know is sick to death of youEver sinceYou dont look the sameYoure just not the same, no wayYou say clever things andYou never used toYou dont catch what Im sayingWhen youre deafened to adviceEveryone here is sick to theBack teeth of youWith a tear thats a mile wideIn the kite that youre flyingEveryone here is sick to theTattoo of youEver sinceYou dont look the sameYoure just not the same, no wayYou say pleasant things andThere is no need toStill, you fight with your right handAnd caress with your left handOoh, ooh ...Sad to say ...How once I was in love with youSad to say ...You dont catch what Im sayingWhen youre deafened to adviceOoh, ooh ...Ever sinceYou dont look the sameYoure just not the same, no wayWhat the hell haveThey stuck into you ?
