Untitled 2 (Morissey Song)

She was just seventeen, pious and pretty with a deadly disease

And the weight of the world on a prosthetic shoulder

And by the summer of '96 her body was cracked like porcelin

Just like some Precious Moments collectable

In a hospital gown and a big bright golden halo

And so three cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals

And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up

We've come too far to have to give it all up now

We lived lives that were rich and blessed

And we'll burn for how we transgress

Now I've mastered the art

Of the open casket prayer and the singing guitar

I found the rewards weren't half what I hoped for

And meanwhile, we all feigned hope and nerve

As her parents went on and lied to her

All about the success of the surgeries

And how my ex-girlfriend was now sleeping with her fiancé

And so three cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals

And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up

We've come too far to have to give it all up now

We lived lives that were rich and blessed

And we'll burn for how we transgress

If there's any justice in heaven, then God won't let me in

He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away

With a sympathetic wave, they'll see me off, return my golden crown

While I am cursed to walk the earth for a millennia

I know I deserve worse but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore

And so three cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals

And now let's hear it for the tears that I've welled up

We've come too far to have to give it all up now

We lived lives that were rich and blessed

And we'll burn for how we transgress