Rusholme Ruffians (2011 Remaster)

Rusholme Ruffians (2011 Remaster) - The Smiths

The last night of the fair

By the big wheel generator

A boy is stabbed

And his money is grabbed

And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous

She is Funny

An engagement ring

Doesn't mean a thing

To a mind consumed by brass (money)

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fair

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

From a seat on a whirling waltzer

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye

It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love

And someone's beaten up

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And someone falls in love

And someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes "

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This is the last night of the fair

And the grease in the hair

Of a speedway operator

Is all a tremulous heart requires

A schoolgirl is denied

She said : "How quickly would I die

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes "

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So scratch my name on your arm

With a fountain pen

(This means you really love me)

Scratch my name on your arm

With a fountain pen

(This means you really love me)

Oh

And though I walk home alone

I just might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone

But my faith in love is still devout

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