It’s a Wonderful Lie

Lyrics
Get up from a dream, and I look for rain Take an amphetamine and some crushed rat brain How am I feelin'? Better, I suppose How am I lookin' — I don't want the truth What am I doin'? I ain't in my youth I'm past my prime, or was that just a pose? And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those I've been accused of never opening up If you get too close, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut Gonna run to the wind, where the big bad city blows And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those And you can dress to the eights. You can dress to maim And it'll make you feel great, that fortune and fame Wearing too much makeup, not near enough clothes And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those So don't rest your hopes and rest your dreams In misanthropes and girls like me And the truth is overrated, I suppose And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those Yeah, it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those Yeah, it's a wonderful lie; I still get by
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Westerberg