I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness
That is criminally vulgar
I am the son and
Of nothing in particularOh, shut your mouth
How can you say?
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else doesI am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness
That is criminally vulgar
I am the son and
Of nothing in particularOh, shut your mouth
How can you say?
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else doesThere's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to dieI am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness
That is criminally vulgar
I am the son andWhen you say it's gonna happen now
Exactly when do you mean
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is goneOf nothing in particular
Songwriters
MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK/MARR, JOHNNYPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group