Manchester

歌詞

Buildings of gray on a liquid sky Turns the day into night. The bars are filling with fighting Irish Smug young married couples dressing down for the weekend. Pert shop-girls and typists tip- tapping Into blaring dance halls. Hard-faced villains dressing up for the drinking clubs, While Suburbia sits watching television. Bouncers in tuxedos with butterflies round their necks, “Love” tattooed on the right hand and “Hate” on the left. Stone Roses just like angels, Heaven is this noise, Fancied by the shop-girls admired by the sweatshop boys. So we’re sitting in the snug bar waiting for Jase the Ace Hooky’s by the jukebox doing his splendid to entertain Look at Tony Wilson live on Channel 4 Vote for Rodney Marsh ’cos Best’s on sale again. I hear a song by Stephen Patrick, A crocodile tear paints the dead, Everybody starts shouting “HANG THE DJ” So he puts on State 808 instead. I see a face at the Hacienda, I see a heart that’s torn in two. I see a head that flies the Happy Mondays And a lonely girl called you. (x2) Manchester! Manchester, England! Manchester, I’ll always love you! (repeat)