The Youngest Was The Most Loved - Morrissey

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the shielded

We kept him from the world’s glare

And he turned into a killer

Retroussé nose

Turned up and mischievous

Forget-me-not eyes

That cried if we ever left his side

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

A small boy from a poor house

Who turned into a killer

A blush, it rose

If he had to say 'hello'

A lop-sided grin

Strained to keep the shyness in

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

The luck was all before him

With a lovely wife beside him

The youngest was the most loved

The youngest was the cherub

We kept him from the world’s glare

And he turned into a killer

There is no such thing in life as normal

There is no such thing in life as normal