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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Johnny Marr
Letrista
Morrissey
Letrista
Letra
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 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history
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
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I didn't realize that you wrote poetry
I didn't realize you wrote such awful poetry
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain my ass
I didn't mean to be so rude
But still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us your money
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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