Rusholme Ruffians — текст песни (The Smiths)

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 wine

She 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 devout


The 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 devout


Then someone falls in love
And someone`s beaten up
Someone`s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone`s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine


And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout


This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?
La ...


This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?
La ...


So ... 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)
Oh ...


And 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 devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La ...