Rusholme Ruffians Lyrics - Rank (live) - The Smiths

The last night of the fair 

By the big wheel generator 

A boy is stabbed 

And his money is grabbed 

And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine 

She is famous 

She is funny 

An engagement ring 

Doesn't mean a thing 

To a mind consumed by brass 

(Money) 

And though I walk home alone 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

The last night of the fair 

From a seat on a whirling waltzer 

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye 

It's a hideous trait 

(On her mother's side) 

From a seat on a whirling waltzer 

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye 

It's a hideous trait 

(On her mother's side) 

And though I walk home alone 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

Then someone falls in love 

And someone's beaten up 

Someone's beaten up 

And the senses being dulled are mine 

And someone falls in love 

And someone's beaten up 

And the senses being dulled are mine 

And though I walk home alone 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

This is the last night of the fair 

And the grease in the hair 

Of a speedway operator 

Is all a tremulous heart requires 

A schoolgirl is denied 

She said, "How quickly would I die 

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" 

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This is the last night of the fair 

And the grease in the hair 

Of a speedway operator 

Is all a tremulous heart requires 

A schoolgirl is denied 

She said, "How quickly would I die 

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" 

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So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen 

(This means you really love me) 

Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen 

(This means you really love me) 

Oh 

And though I walk home alone 

I just might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

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