November Spawned A Monster

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closer you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
''but jesus made me, so jesus save me from pity, symphathy and people discussing me''
A frame of useless limbs
What can make GOOD
All the BAD that's been done?
And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth (or anywhere?)
Oh, poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
oh hug me, oh hug me
...

Morrissey lyrics
Very deep and wrenching