DESCRIPTION:
Morrissey Rides A Cockhorse EP (1989)
Tupelo Recording Company

That crybaby son of a bitch,
No-talent motherfucker,
Bastard-ass dickhead,
Ball-flapping dick-sucker,
Baggy-shirted depressed,
Dean-loving bonehead,
Making lots of money with
Boring songs like "Suedehead"
In case you haven't guess by now
I hate the guy, of course.
One thing I forgot to mention,
Morrissey Rides A Cockhorse!

He cries he cries, wonder why?
He cries some more and more.
But I don't give a shit about his
Girlfriend in a coma

Wants to be James Dean,
What's wrong with his head?
He wishes it was legal
To have sex with the dead.

That crybaby son of a bitch,
No-talent motherfucker,
Bastard-ass dickhead,
Ball-flapping dick-sucker,
In case you haven't guess by now
I hate the guy, of course.
One thing I forgot to mention,
Morrissey Rides A CockHorse!

Cockhorse, cockhorse, cockhorse, cockhorse!

Morrissey had no talent,
And I ain't telling no lie,
If his whining counts as singing,
Then I'd hate to see him cry!

His guitarist left him,
He was at a loss for words,
Because when Johnny Marr left,
He stole his baggy shirts! Haha!

That crybaby son of a bitch,
No-talent motherfucker,
Bastard-ass dickhead,
Ball-flapping dick-sucker,
In case you haven't guess by now
I hate the guy, of course.
One thing I forgot to mention,
Morrissey Rides A Cockhorse!