You Know I Couldn't Last
Morrissey Lyrics


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The whispering
May hurt you
But the printed word might kill you

The whispering
May hurt you
But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue
The blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CD's and T-shirts, promos and God knows
You know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

The teenagers
Who love you
They will wake up, yawn and kill you

The teenagers
Who love you
They will wake up, yawn and kill you

So don't let the blue
The blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CD's and T-shirts, promos and God knows
You know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

There's a cash register ringing and
It weighs so heavy on my back
Someone please take me home

The critics who
Can't break you
They somehow help to make you

The critics who
Can't break you
Unwittingly they make you

So don't let the good days
Of the gold discs
Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles
You know I couldn't last
Accountants rampant
You know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism
Thrown my way to stay

And the Northern leeches go on
Removing, removing, removing

Then in the end
Your royalties bring you luxuries
Your royalties bring you luxuries
Oh but

The squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind




The squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Morrissey's "You Know I Couldn't Last" are quite complex and deal with different themes such as fame, the danger of the media, and the toll it takes on one's mental health. In the first verse, Morrissey warns about the power of the printed word, suggesting that it can be more harmful than whispered words. He then highlights the deceptive nature of fame, warning about its dangers and the risk of it turning violent or leading to one's demise. The second verse mentions the impact of critics, with Morrissey acknowledging that although they may not be able to break an artist, they can still help shape their image and public perception. The chorus of the song emphasizes Morrissey's desire to leave the music industry, with lyrics about wanting to go home and escape the pressures of the business.


The final lines of the song are particularly poignant, with Morrissey expressing that even though royalties may bring luxury, the "squalor of the mind" can never truly be escaped. This line suggests that despite the seeming glamour of the music industry, there are deep-rooted issues that can never be fully resolved, leading to mental anguish and turmoil.


Line by Line Meaning

The whispering May hurt you But the printed word might kill you
Gossip and hearsay can be hurtful, but written accusations and defamation can destroy a reputation.


The teenagers Who love you They will wake up, yawn and kill you
Fans who idolize you can quickly turn on you and become your worst adversaries.


So don't let the blue The blue eyes fool you They're just gelignite Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CD's and T-shirts, promos and God knows You know I couldn't last Someone please take me home
Be cautious of charming and deceiving people who might hurt you; the commercial exploitation of music and fame can be draining and disorienting.


The critics who Can't break you Unwittingly they make you
Critics who criticize but cannot truly harm an artist ironically contribute to their growth and success.


So don't let the good days Of the gold discs Creep up and mug you With evil legal eagles You know I couldn't last Accountants rampant You know I couldn't last Every -ist and every -ism Thrown my way to stay
Be aware of the dangers of the music industry and the treachery of those around you; be prepared for the onslaught of discrimination and exploitation.


The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind
The degradation of the human psyche can be the inevitable result of the harsh reality of fame and success.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: STEVEN MORRISSEY, ALAIN GORDON WHYTE, GARY DAY

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