Friday Mourning
STEVEN MORRISSEY, ALAIN GORDON WHYTE
Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black
Douse the houselights, I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you
Through tears, I told you
Friday mourning, there comes a time
Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid soon put paid to
All the things I'd whispered to you
At night time
And I will never stand naked in front of you
Or if I do, it won't be for a long time
Look once to me, look once to me
Then look away
Look once to me, then look away
And when they hold me down
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents and bosses
Who all share a point of view
You are a loser
You are a loser
Friday, Friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back