Paint A Vulgar Picture Lyrics - Strangeways, Here We Come - The Smiths

At the record company meeting 

On their hands a dead star 

And oh, the plans they weave 

And oh, the sickening greed 

At the record company party 

On their hands a dead star 

The sycophantic slags all say 

"I knew him first, and I knew him well" 

Re-issue, re-package, re-package 

Re-evaluate the songs 

Double-pack with a photograph 

Extra track and a tacky badge 

A-list, playlist, please them, please them, please them 

Sadly, this was your life 

But you could have said no if you'd wanted to 

You could have said no if you'd wanted to 

BPI, MTV, BBC, please them, please them 

Sadly this was your life 

But you could have said no if you'd wanted to 

You could have walked away, couldn't you? 

I touched you at the soundcheck 

You had no real way of knowing 

In my heart I begged, "Take me with you 

I don't care where you're going" 

But to you I was faceless 

I was fawning, I was boring 

Just a child from those ugly new houses 

Who could never begin to know 

Who could never really know 

Best of, most of 

Satiate the need 

Slip them into different sleeves 

Buy both, and feel deceived 

Climber new entry, re-entry 

World tour, media whore, please the press in Belgium 

This was your life and when it fails to recoup, well, maybe 

You just haven't earned it yet, baby 

I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck 

You're just the same as I am 

What makes most people feel happy 

Leads us headlong into harm 

So, in my bedroom in those ugly new houses 

I danced my legs down to the knees 

But me and my true love 

Will never meet again 

At the record company meeting 

On their hands at last, a dead star 

But they can never taint you in my eyes 

No, they can never touch you now 

No, they can not hurt you, my darling 

They can not touch you now 

But me and my true love 

Will never meet again