The Smiths Songs by Lyric

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Can you name the Smiths songs from their lyrics?

Featured Nov 30, 2009

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LyricSong Title
Did I really walk all this way just to hear you say, 'Oh, I don't want to go out tonight'?
In the room downstairs she sat and stared
Is it wrong not to always be glad?
I wear black on the outside 'cause black is how I feel on the inside
She said, 'Has the Perrier gone straight to my head? Or is life sick and cruel instead?'
Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ
I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
And the pain was enough to make a shy, bald Buddhist reflect and plan a mass murder
And if they don't believe me now, will they ever believe me?
As Antony said to Cleopatra as he opened a crate of ale
I never talk to my neighbor, I'd rather not get involved
But sometimes I feel more fulfilled, making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I thought that if you had an acoustic guitar then it meant that you were a protest singer
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
This is the fierce last stand of all I am
A double bed and a stalwart lover for sure -- these are the riches of the poor
Do you have a vacancy for a back-scrubber?
Each household appliance is like a new science in my town
Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine
Would you like to marry me? And, if you like, you can buy the ring
LyricSong Title
I just might die with a smile on my face after all
But to you I was faceless, I was fawning, I was boring, a child from those ugly new houses
Two lovers entwined pass me by
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask
Oh, the alcoholic afternoons when we sat in your room
Why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?
Haven't had a dream in a long time
'There is a quick and easy way,' you say before you illustrate
Do you really think she'll pull through?
Belligerent ghouls run Manchester schools
My only weakness is a list of crimes, my only weakness is...well, never mind, never mind
Spending warm summer days indoors, writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
No, I've never had a job because I'm too shy
It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, it takes guts to be gentle and kind
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen -- this means you really love me
You might sleep, you might sleep, you might sleep but you will never dream
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things
Oh, people said that you were virtually dead and they were so wrong
He's not strange, he just wants to live his life this way

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