Earlier I was sitting and thinking about Morrissey before going a funny colour and beating the stuffing out of a nearby cushion. Then I decided to write him a song to sing with his fool lips.

Here goes:

I’m miserable
Rolling round in piles of money
I want people to feed my ego
So write rubbish music to annoy them

I’m an over rated idiot
Who gets money for jam

Repeat forever


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