Miserable Lie - The Smiths

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