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Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 16:47:55 -0700
From: Jose Benitez
<loyola@ucla.edu>
Subject: Morrissey's Ammunition
AMMUNITION by MORRISSEY
Off the "MALADJUSTED" album
Intro:
C,
D,
C,
C,
D,
C,
I know these roads,
Each ridge, And narrow bridge,
Each cheveron,
Enticing me on,
Each warning sign,
I take in my stride.
I don't nee more ammunition,
I've got more than I can spend,
I don't dwell on things I'm missing,
I'm just pleased,
With the things I've found.
I know these roads,
An old hand understands,
Above all,
I know what's,
Expected of me now,
Veering cliffwards.
I don't need more ammunition,
I've got more than I can spend,
I don't dwell on thing I'm missing,
I'm Pleased,
With the things I've found,
With the things I've found,
With the things I've found,
I've found.
I've been crying,
It comes back on these salient days,
And it say,
And it say:
"We've never really been away"
I don't need more ammunition,
I've got more than I can spend,
I don't think of who I'm missing,
I've got no space and no time,
In my life, anymore,
No space or time,
In my life, anymore,
For revenge.
E-mail me if any changes.
*Support Morrissey
Jose "Pep" Benitez loyola@ucla.edu
</loyola@ucla.edu>