

All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you So what difference does it make? So what difference does it make? It makes none But now you have gone And you must be looking very old tonight The devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to But now you make me feel so ashamed Because I've only got two hands But I'm still fond of you, oh So what difference does it make? Oh What difference does it make? Oh It makes none But now you have gone And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and then I lied Just because you asked me to But now you know the truth about me You won't see me anymore Well, I'm still fond of you, oh But no more apologies, no more No more apologies, oh I'm too tired I'm so sick and tired And I'm feeling very sick and ill today But I'm still fond of you, oh Oh, my sacred one Oh, oh
All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you So what difference does it make? So what difference does it make? It makes none But now you have gone And you must be looking very old tonight The devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to But now you make me feel so ashamed Because I've only got two hands But I'm still fond of you, oh So what difference does it make? Oh What difference does it make? Oh It makes none But now you have gone And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and then I lied Just because you asked me to But now you know the truth about me You won't see me anymore Well, I'm still fond of you, oh But no more apologies, no more No more apologies, oh I'm too tired I'm so sick and tired And I'm feeling very sick and ill today But I'm still fond of you, oh Oh, my sacred one Oh, oh
A faixa foi lançada como o terceiro single da banda, aparecendo no álbum de estreia homônimo em 1984.
Morrissey escreveu a música enquanto Johnny Marr compôs a melodia, resultando em um dos primeiros sucessos comerciais do grupo.
Uma versão diferente, gravada para o programa de John Peel no BBC Radio 1, foi incluída na compilação *Hatful of Hollow*, também lançada em 1984.
O single alcançou o número 12 na parada de singles do Reino Unido, marcando um dos primeiros grandes hits da banda.
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