Lyrics of Frankly, mr. shankly

The Smiths

pochette album Frankly, mr. shankly
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Release date : 15/02/1988

Duration : 0:02:19

Style : Alternative



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Frankly, mr shankly, this position i've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, mr shankly, i'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history mr shankly

Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still i rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day

But sometimes i'd feel more fulfilled
Making christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and i want to love
I want to catch something that i might be ashamed of

Frankly, mr shankly, this position i've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, i didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry mr shankly

Frankly, mr shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
But still, i must speak frankly, mr shankly, give us money

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