Texty: Morrissey. Years Of Refusal. Something Is Squeezing My Skull.

I'm doing very well
I can block out the present and the past now
I know by now you think I should have
Straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!
Something is squeezing my skull
Something I can barely describe
There is no love in modern life

I'm doing very well
It's a miracle I even made it this far
The motion of taxis excites me
When you peel it back and bite me
Something is squeezing my skull
Something I can barely describe
There is no Hope in modern life

Something is squeezing my skull
Something I can't fight
No true friends in modern life

Diazepam that's valium, Temazepam, Lithium, HRT, ECT
How long must I stay on this stuff?
Don't give me anymore
Don't give me anymore
Don't give me anymore
Please don't give me anymore
Don't give anymore
Don't give anymore
You swore you would not give anymore
Don't give anymore, don't give anymore...

You swore, you swore, you swore
You swore you would not give anymore
Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore...