Morrissey What Kind of People Live in These Houses? Lyrics

What kind of people live in these houses?

What kind of sad dad

Scratches in this crash-pad?

T-shirts or blouses?

Torn jeans or trousers?

What kind of people live in these houses?

T-shirts or blouses?

Torn jeans or proper trousers?

They vote the way they vote

They don’t know how to change

Because their parents did the same

And where will they be

Ten years from today?

Bed-sitter, bed-wetter?

Or penthouse go-getter?

What carpet-chewer

Lights up this sewer?

And which rough trade strangers

Flail around these chambers?

And what dented gent

Bends over in this tent?

They sleep with who they sleep with

Only because they are afraid to taste change

And where will they be

Ten years from today?

Dogface in a duplex?

Boisterous in cloisters?

Grabbing in a cabin

Or squatting on your quarters, oh

Sat home and folksy

Smelling in their dwelling

They look at television thinking it’s their window to the world

They look at television thinking it’s their window to the world

That’s got to hurt

Who cares what people live in these houses?