Smiths - Paint A Vulgar Picture Lyrics
At the record company meetingOn their hands - a dead starAnd oh, the plans they weaveAnd oh, the sickening greedAt the record company partyOn their hands - a dead starThe sycophantic slags all say :I knew him first, and I knew him wellRe-issue ! re-package ! re-package !Re-evaluate the songsDouble-pack with a photographExtra track (and a tacky badge)A-list, playlistPlease them , please them !Please them !(sadly, this was your life)But you could have said noIf youd wanted toYou could have said noIf youd wanted toBpi, mtv, bbcPlease them ! please them !(sadly this was your life)But you could have said noIf youd wanted toYou could have walked away...couldnt you ?I touched you at the soundcheckYou had no real way of knowingIn my heart I begged take me with you ...I dont care where youre going...But to you I was facelessI was fawning, I was boringJust a child from those ugly new housesWho could never begin to knowWho could never really knowOh ...Best of ! most of !Satiate the needSlip them into different sleeves !Buy both, and feel deceivedClimber - new entry, re-entryWorld tour ! (media whore)Please the press in belgium !(this was your life...)And when it fails to recoup ?Well, maybe :You just havent earned it yet, babyI walked a pace behind you at the soundcheckYoure just the same as I amWhat makes most people feel happyLeads us headlong into harmSo, in my bedroom in those ugly new housesI danced my legs down to the kneesBut me and my true loveWill never meet again ...At the record company meetingOn their hands - at last ! - a dead star !But they can never taint you in my eyesNo, they can never touch you nowNo, they cannot hurt you, my darlingThey cannot touch you nowBut me and my true loveWill never meet again
