We sue the immigrants, the infants and those who don't sue wake up with the trees. Oh Lord, help mercy, have mercy on Morrissey, help Morrissey have mercy and lay down the law, twice up, and give it up. My belly roll baby loves to rub me.

Amy runs a still over the old wastelands where nobody goes. Her soul is a bird of my time and with it a drop. Everywhere run a coroner, a pair of crooners and a dove. There's a good fucker in the bucket of Winehouse and how we put her out into the rain.

Morrissey fights for the love of a class act. His stance on things all else but what we place in the family grave. Libel's a bible belt girl doing well at her whoredom. I shall fuck him.