The Operation
Words by Morrissey, Music by Alain Whyte

You fight with your right hand
and caress with your left hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you

With a tear that's a mile wide
in the kite that you're flying
Everyone I know is sick to death of you

Ever since
you don't look the same
you're just not the same
no way
You say clever things
and you never used to

You don't catch what I'm saying
when you're deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the back teeth of you

With a tear that's a mile wide
in the kite that you're flying
Everyone here is sick to the tattoo of you

Ever since
you don't look the same
you're just not the same
no way
You say pleasant things
and there is no need to

Still you fight with your right hand
and caress with your left hand

Sad to say
how once I was in love
with you
Sad to say

You don't catch all I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice

Ever since
you don't look the same
you're just not the same
no way
What the hell have
they stuck into you?

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