Accept Yourself (mixing‐desk sourced early concert recording from Birmingham Fighting Cocks, 3rd June 1983, their first performance outside of London or Manchester) Songtext
von The Smiths

Every day, you must say
So, how do I feel about my life?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself?

I am sick, and I am dull, and I am plain
How dearly I′d love to get carried away
Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
And time is against me now

Or who and what to blame?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself?
For heaven's sake
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day, you must say
Or how do I feel about the past?


Others conquered love, but I ran
They sat in my room, and I drew up a plan
But plans can fall through, as so often they do
And time is against me now

And there′s no one left to blame
Tell me, when will you?
When will you accept your life?
The one that you hate
For anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day, you must say
"Oh, how do I feel about my shoes?"

They make me awkward and plain
How dearly I would love to kick with the fray
But I once had a dream, and it never came true
And time is against me now
Time is against me now


And there's no one but yourself to blame
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Anything is hard to find
For heaven's sake
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself?

When?
When?
When?
When?