作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK 作曲 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK 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, ah, with his methadone He's happy, so leave him alone, ah with his methadone He's happy, so leave him alone
作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK 作曲 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK 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, ah, with his methadone He's happy, so leave him alone, ah with his methadone He's happy, so leave him alone
