You've got a chemistry class; I want a piece of your mind; You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

Morrissey writes wonderful song titles, but sadly he often forgets to write the song.

But there are things in Il Sogno that the methods of The Delivery Man could never achieve.

The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town.

Obviously I got known for some other songs early on, and some of those were rock'n'roll songs. Some of them were melodic pop songs. And I've done lots of different things, as you know, but every so often I get drawn back.

You swore you wouldn't shout. If it's not your punch, then it's your pout.