the smiths
rusholme ruffians
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?" La...   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?" La...   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  La...