Morrissey - Michael's Bones lyrics

Lay where he fell

Face down on a sports ground

Oh ...

He was just somebody's luckless son

Oh, but now look what he's done

Oh, look what he's done

Your gentle hands are frozen

And your unkissed lips are blue

Your thinning clothes are hopeless

And no one was mad about you

Michael's bones

Were very young

But they were never to know

Oh ...

Impetuous fun

Mr. Policeman

I don't know where you get such notions from

His gentle hands are frozen

And his unkissed lips are blue

But his eyes still cry

And now you've turned the last bend

And see - are we all judged the same at the end?

Tell me, tell me

Oh, you lucky thing

You are too brave

And I'm ashamed of myself

As usual

Oh