Something Is Squeezing My Skull
Words by Morrissey, Music by Alain Whyte

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
Oh, 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, invite me
Oh, something is squeezing my skull
something I can barely describe
there is no hope in modern life
oh, something is squeezing my skull
something I can't fight
no true friends in modern life
diazepan (that's valium)
tomazepan, lithium
HRT, ECT
how long must I stay on this stuff?
don't gimme anymore
don't gimme anymore
don't gimme anymore
don't gimme anymore
please don't gimme anymore
don't gimme anymore
don't gimme anymore
you swore you would not gimme anymore...