Frankly, Mr Shankly (Demo)

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The Smiths - Pop, Rock

Frankly, Mr Shankly (Demo)

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[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!

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Writers
  • Johnny Marr
  • Morrissey