SATAN REJECTED MY SOUL

Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind
He won't be dragged down
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it - please
It's free
You'll never see
You'll never see
All the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Call me in
Pull me in, call me in
Come on, come on, oh
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me in, pull me in
Call me in, haul me in, pull me in
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on
La la la la la
Oh ...

A brilliantly catchy song, and a live favourite in its time.
This song was actually written after an interview in 1996 in which he joked he had written a song called "Satan Spurned My Soul"; the interviewer took him seriously, so he decided to write this.
I love these lyrics - Morrissey carting his soul around on a wheelbarrow in a vain attempt to get someone to take it. The ultimate snub - he won't even be given an afterlife.
In Wuthering Heights, Catherine laments, "Heaven doesn't seem to be my home".

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