All over this town
Yes a low wind may blow
And I can see through everybody's clothes with no reason
To hide these words I feel
And no reason
To talk about the books I read
But still, I do

That's cause I'm a
Sister, I'm a
All over this town

Along this way
Outside the prison gates
I love
The romance of crime
And I wonder does anybody feel the same way, I do
And is evil just something you are
Or something you do

Sister, I'm a
Sister, I'm a
All over this town

All over this town
They pull over in their citron vans
Not to shake your hands
With meths on their breaths and you with youth on your side
Oh long long alone, waiting at the light
But not this time

Sister, I'm a
Sister, I'm a
All over this town

on b-side to Everyday Is Like Sunday, 1988
available on compilation, My Early Burglary Years

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For me, they're basically the best lyrics ever written. They're beyond 'favorite'. The topics are so personal to me, and the song seems to describe me so directly, that I pretty much throw up my hands in the face of trying to match it creatively.

I've always thought it was the best 'coming out' song of all time. You think it's tough telling your parents you're gay? Try telling them you want to be a poet.

I always figured Morrissey stuck this song on the b-side to Everyday Is Like Sunday, instead of making it an a-side, because it sounds so much like The Smiths' What Difference Does It Make.

Because this song is, for me, perfect, I find myself repeatedly saved by a crap substitution he constantly made live, post-1999: instead of 'long long alone waiting at the light, but not this time' [Magic Words], 'a plastic bag stranded at the light, it once was me' [don't understand the appeal or point of the image].

I transcribe all lyrics by ear and write homonyms, linebreaks, commas, Etc as I hear them.