作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul I want to leave you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly
Fame, fame, fatal fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I rather be famous Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly
Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain the arse I do not mean to be so rude But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr [00:02.53]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held [00:06.57]It pays my way and it corrodes my soul [00:10.10]I want to leave you will not miss me [00:14.18]I want to go down in musical history [00:19.57] [00:21.79]Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck [00:25.47]I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck [00:29.66]I must move fast, you understand me [00:33.79]I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly [00:54.95] [00:56.02]Fame, fame, fatal fame [01:01.51]It can play hideous tricks on the brain [01:05.40]But still I rather be famous [01:08.32]Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day [01:14.17] [01:14.98]But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled [01:18.61]Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill [01:22.85]I want to live and I want to love [01:26.98]I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of [01:31.78] [01:34.40]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held [01:38.69]It pays my way and it corrodes my soul [01:42.37]Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry [01:46.15]I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly [01:53.66] [01:54.27]Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask [01:57.45]You are a flatulent pain the arse [02:01.64]I do not mean to be so rude [02:06.03]But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money
