Woorden: Morrissey. Kill Uncle. The Harsh Truth of The Camera Eye.

Churchillian legs, hair barely there
The harsh truth of the camera eye
Your eyes signal pain, because of the strain of smiling
The harsh truth of the camera eye

Telling you all that you never wanted to know
Showing you what, you didn't want shown

My so friendly lens, it zooms into, "The inner you"
And it tells the harsh truth and nothing but
Laugh with us all now here if you can
Then take the pictures home and scream

Telling you all that you never wanted to know
Showing you what you didn't want shown

This photographer, he must have really had it in for you
Ooh, I don't want to be judged anymore
I don't want to be judged, I would sooner be loved
I would sooner be, just blindly loved