I used to make them smile
I apologise, I grew old
Can somebody stop me from thinking all the time
Some of us liked the Smiths, but we didn’t love them – largely because we loathed some of those that did. The students, the middle-class graduates who believed that not eating meat and not voting Tory was shorthand for being revolutionary. These armchair activists had no understanding why the Tories were in government
On a government scheme designed to kill your dream
Patron saint of the social clubs
Don’t let it be forgot that for one brief moment there was a Camelot
Remember you must die
The air is full of our cries
I was younger once
