Smiths Suffer Little Children lyrics

Smiths
All Smiths
Suffer Little Children
Over the moors,take me to the moors
dig a shallow grave
and I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
oh John, you'll never be a man
and you'll never see your home again
oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?
tonight will be your very last night

a woman said "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his scared head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
"Wherever he has gone, I have gone "

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
cannot hide the stoild stench of death


Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
"Whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
for a child cries

"find me...find me, nothing more
we're on a sullen misty moor
we may be dead and we may be gone
but we will be right by your side
until the day you die
this is no easy ride
we will haunt you when you laugh
yes, you could say we're a team
you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Over the moor, I'm on the moor
the child is on the moor