My Morrissey Minor Lyrics

Storms over Manchester

Don't tell me it's because I stood on a crack

Or that black cat crossed in front of me

Or that I shouldn't walk under that ladder

Unless it's your OCD

Unless it's your OCD

Unless it's your OCD

See what I did there

You can talk to my hand

When you preach that the virus is fake

And that they're all out to get us

Then I'll slap you around the face

And I'll call you Johnny

And I'll call you Johnny

And I'll call you Johnny

I hope you don't mind

It's raining in Bolton

It's just the way it is

And it's no one's fault

It's what you get in the north of England

There'll be times when you'll love it

There'll be times when you'll love it

There'll be times when you'll love it

And if you don't then fuck off down south