O RITUAL DO REITOR

Digam o que quiserem, os Smiths eram efectivamente uma grande banda e, sem Johnny Marr, Morrissey nunca mais voltou a ser o mesmo. E, por muito que eu goste de "How Soon Is Now?" ou de "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore", este é, para mim, o pico dos picos — no álbum dos álbuns, "Meat Is Murder".

belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless swines
cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old suit since 1962
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up education
as a bad mistake
mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
knees you in the groin
elbow in the face
bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay

belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless bastards all
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old jokes since 1962
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up life
as a bad mistake
please excuse me from gym
I've got this terrible cold coming on
he grabs and devours
he kicks me in the showers
kicks me in the showers
and he grabs and devours
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay.

- The Smiths, "The Headmaster Ritual", in "Meat Is Murder" (Rough Trade, 1985)