Rusholme Ruffians Lyrics

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wineShe is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass
(Money)And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devoutThe last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait
(On her mother's side)From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait

(On her mother's side)And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devoutThen someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mineAnd someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mineAnd though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devoutThis is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requiresA schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
LaThis is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requiresA schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
LaSo scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
OhAnd though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devoutI might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
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