The Smiths
The Smiths - Paint A Vulgar Picture lyrics
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On their hands - a dead star and ooh, the plans that they weave and ooh, the sikening greed At the record company meeting on their hands - a dead star the sycophantic slags all say: "I knew him first, and I knew him well" Re-issue! Re-package! Re-package! Re-evaluate the songs double-pack with a photograph Extra Track (and a tacky badge) A-list, playlist "Please them, please them!" "Please them! Please them!" (sadly, THIS was your life) but you could have said no if you'd wanted to you could have said no if you'd wanted to BPI, MTV, BBC "Please them! Please them!" (sadly this was your life) but you could have said no if you'd wanted to you could have walked away ...couldn't you? I touched you at the soundcheck you had no real way of knowing in my heart I bgged "please, take me with you... I don't care where you're going" But to you I was faceless I was fawning, I was boring just a child from those ugly new houses who could never begin to know who could never really know Best of? Most of? Satiate the need slip them into different sleeves! Buy both, and be decieved climber - new entry, re-entry World tour! ("media whore") "Please the Press in Belgium!" (THIS was your life...) and when it fails to recoup? Well, maybe: You just haven't earned it yet, baby I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck you're just the same as I am what makes most people feel happy leads us headlong into harm so, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses' I dance my legs down to the knees but me and my 'true love' we will never meet again... At the record company meeting on their hands - at last! - a dead star! but they cannot taint you in my eyes no, they cannout touch you now No, they cannot hurt you my darling they cannot touch you now but me and my 'true love' will never meet again