I'm so sick and tired
But now you know the truth about me
But now you have gone
But now you have gone
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Songwriters: Johnny Marr, Stephen Morrissey
And yet you start to recoil
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
And you must be looking very old tonight
It makes none
Just because you asked me to
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
For we have been through hell and high tide
But no more apologies
Because I've only got two hands
So, what difference does it make ?
You won't see me anymore
Because you asked me to
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh, what difference does it make ?
No more, no more apologies
Oh, my sacred one
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
So let it be known
I stole, and then I lied
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
But I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
I think I can rely on you
And I'm feelin' very sick and ill today
Oh, I'm too tired
Publisher: MARR SONGS
So, what difference does it make?
All men have secrets and here is mine
But now you make me feel so ashamed
I stole and I lied, and why?
So, what difference does it make?
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
Oh, oh, oh
...
Oh, it makes none
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you