Christian Dior
Morrissey
Swords (2009)

Christian Dior
You wasted your life
on aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes
Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On grandeur and style, making the poor rich smile
You could have run wild on the back streets of Lyon
or Marseilles reckless and legless and stoned
impregnating women
or kissing mad street boys from Napoli who couldn’t even write their own name

Christian Dior
You wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weave of a sleeve
You could have run wild on the back streets of Lyon
or Marseilles reckless and legless and stoned
impregnating women
or kissing mad street boys from Napoli who couldn’t even spell their own name

Oh, Christian Dior (x2)

When you look at me
failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian Dior
I could have run loudly and proudly all forcible entry and morally bankrupt and never known violent and drawn to what scares me and scared of what bores me
years alone will never be returned

Christian Dior

Lion eyes maverick aaahhhh
Design if you can aaahhhh
The way to just be a man aaahhhh
to just be a man aaahhhh

Christian Dior (x4)