Smiths Songs Certainly Have An Astonishing Afterlife.

You Say: 'oh, Please Forgive' You Say: 'oh, Live And Let Live.' But Sorry Doesn't Help Us. Sorry Will Not Save Us. Sorry Is Just A Word You Find So Easy To Say (so You Say It Anyway). Sorry Doesn't Help Us. Sorry Won't Protect Us. Sorry Won't Undo All The Good Gone Wrong.

How Can Anybody Say They Know How I Feel? The Only One Around Here Who Is Me, Is Me.

I've Gone Through Managers Like People Go Through Shredded Wheat. Nobody Looks After You.

I've Been Dreaming Of A Time When The English Are Sick To Death Of Labour And Tories And Spit Upon The Name Oliver Cromwell And Denounce This Royal Line That Still Salutes Him And Will Salute Him Forever.

Rush To Danger; Wind Up Nowhere.