SINGER: The Smiths

SONG:Miserable Lie

So, goodbye
please stay with your own kind
and i'll stay with mine
There's something against us
it's not time
it's not time
so, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

i know i need hardly say
how much i love your casual way
oh, but please put your tongue away
a little higher and we're well away
the dark nights are drawing in
and your humour is as black as them
i look at yours, you laugh at mine
and "love" is just a miserable lie
you have destroyed my flower-like life
not once - twice
you have corrupt my innocent mind
not once - twice
i know the wind-swept mystical air
it means : i'd like to see your underwear
i recognise that mystical air
it means : i'd like to seize your underwear
what do we get for our trouble and pain ?
just a rented room in whalley range
what do we get for our trouble and pain ?
...whalley range !
into the depths of the criminal world
i followed her ...

i need advice, i need advice
i need advice, i need advice
nobody ever looks at me twice
nobody ever looks at me twice

i'm just a country-mile behind
the world

i'm just a country-mile behind
the whole world
oh oh, oh ...

i'm just a country-mile behind
the world


i'm just a country-mile behind
the whole world
oh oh, oh ...

take me when you go
oh oh, oh...

take me when you go
oh oh, oh ...

i need advice, i need advice