Tekstovi: The Smiths. DEATH AT ONE'S ELBOW.

Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn

Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn

Because there's somebody here
Who really really loves you
Oh, Glenn

Stay home
Be bored it's crap, I know
Tonight

Oh, Glenn
Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn

Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight

Because there's somebody here
Who'll take a hatchet to your ear
The frustration it renders me
Hateful, oh

Oh, don't come to the house tonight
Oh, don't come to the house tonight
Because you'll slip on the
Trail of all my sad remains

That's why, that's why
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love