Miserable Lie

Artists : Smiths, The : 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
so, goodbye
I know I need hardly say
how much I love your casual way
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 but twice
you have corrupt my innocent mind
not once but twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
it means: i'd like to see your underwear
I recognize 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
into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her...
I need advice, I need advice
because 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
so take me when you go