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Teenage Dad On His Estate

You chase in the rat-race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely

But still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news

And still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone

Jensen Interceptor: a sports car with engine by Chrysler.


Album: [b-sides]
Year of Publication: 2004
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Alain Whyte

last update: 01.10.2005

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Il ragazzo padre nella sua condizione

Gareggi nella corsa per il successo
e ti senti sempre cos vuoto
Ti sposi perch quello che ci si aspetta da te
e questo non fa che farti sentire ancora pi solo

Ma guardi ancora dall'alto in basso il ragazzo padre
nella sua condizione
Lui felice, lascialo in pace!
Col suo bambino
e la sua casa modesta
E' felice, lascialo in pace!
Con la sua Jensen Interceptor
E' solo un sacco di scuse

Ti rimetti alle opinioni delle notizie in TV
Lasci che qualcuno pensi al posto tuo
Eppure compri lo stesso il giornale
e dentro ci trovi tutto tranne le notizie

E guardi ancora dall'alto in basso il ragazzo padre
nella sua condizione
Lui felice, lascialo in pace!
Col suo bambino
e la sua casa modesta
felice, lascialo in pace!
Con la sua Jensen Interceptor
E' solo un sacco di scuse

Diventi il genitore dei tuoi genitori
e li adori
ma non puoi evitare di sentirti usato
e detesti il ragazzo padre nella sua condizione
perch povero ma pi felice di te
Tutti ridono di te
Tu sei un merlo canterino, uno alla deriva, uno che vende cavalli da tiro
A nessuno importa di te
Finch sei l fuori a cavartela
e a disprezzare il largo sorriso sulla faccia del ragazzo
con il metadone
Col suo metadone
felice, lascialo in pace!
Col suo metadone
felice, lascialo in pace!

Jensen Interceptor: un'auto sportiva, monta un motore Chrysler.


Album: [b-sides]
Anno di pubblicazione: 2004
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Alain Whyte

ultimo agg.: 01.10.2005

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