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Marr's lyrics on 'The Messenger' are a bit too anonymous and bland at times, but there is nothing on there which is as truly dire as the sixth form poetry rhymes of 'Egypt, Ukraine/So many people in pain', or 'When he first cried/ His mother died/ I had tried/ to be his guide', which are so bad, it makes you wonder if Morrissey has received some kind of head injury in the past few years.