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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Marr
Guitar
Morrissey
Vocals
Andy Rourke
Bass Guitar
Stephen Street
Programming
Mike Joyce
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Marr
Songwriter
Morrissey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Marr
Producer
Morrissey
Producer
Stephen Street
Producer
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Steve Williams
Engineer
Lyrics
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced, three-word gesture
I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And I doused another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely vile
I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labor
Seems fair enough
I started something and I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I started something, I started something
Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
Okay, Stephen? Do that again?
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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