Well, he did seem to have quite an obsession with lynching. Why on Earth hanging should specifically refer to Ku Klux Klan style racism though (as was hinted by some errant journalist on the subject of 'Panic') i'll never know.
As for the lack of guitars, it was continued ... by Keane, unfortunately.
To me, 'A Rush and A Push', seems to be about the exhaustive effects of touring and the push for musical domination. Morrissey seems to be saying, 'if people uglier and with considerably less talent than you or i have acheived fame and fortune, then why the hell can't we? (meaning the band).
However, there's also the disallusionment with fame; i have no idea if 'troubled Joe' is a real person, but i see it as a reference to Morrissey (and other frontmen ... i.e. Joe Bloggs, the ordinary bloke turned famous) being pilloried for things he'd said in the press, for songs he'd written and for things he'd done. He returns home physically and mentally exhausted, to concerned family and friends who think he ought to have found happiness / companionship with fame: 'surprised to still be on my own'. Yet, he still finds the strength for a rallying cry to his band and his followers (comparisons with Robin Hood unintentional) that if they were to strive even harder they could take this country for their own (or at the very least, rule the airwaves).
He exhorts those who care about him not to mention love because if he were to think about it, it would destroy his desire to do anything; music and the band are replacements for love and his need to be loved by millions is a replacement for the close love of a soul mate. But i can never work out if the person he wants to phone him is just one, or one of many; is he reaching out to the fans (using the masculine to denote all), or has he really got his sights set on one person with whom he has studiously tried to avoid a relationship, only to give in at the last? This would account for the cry of disgust: 'Urrgh, i think i'm in love'. Indeed, 'young man' may be himself, the object of desire someone different. But in the end it amounts to one thing, if he were to settle down and be happy, then the music is over. The land that we stand on is ours only as long as we share the righteous anger and sense of uniqueness to make it so ... fall in love and we're doomed.
i could be hideously wrong with this interpretation ... but, "this theory of mine, well, this is what it is - my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine".