| | FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY Lyrics Artist(Band):The Smiths
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'd 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 in the arse I do not mean to be so rude Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly Oh, give us your money ! If you find some error in FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to eliana7@comcast.net for submitting the lyrics. Review about FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY The song | Reviewer: Key Car | 2/2/2006 Excellent song!!!!!!!! I sing it everyday at work.... Wonderful Artist. Everybody need to buy this!!!!!!!!!!! Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Smiths" Music | |
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