Morrissey
Frankly, Mr Shankly (Demo)
[Verse 1]
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the twenty-first century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I'd rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day
Oh, but sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live, I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

[Verse 2]
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrotе poetry
I didn't realise you wrotе such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
But still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us the money!