It's a Wonderful Lie Songtext
von Paul Westerberg

Get up from a dream, and I look for rain
Take an amphetamine and a 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?
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those


I've been accused of never opening up
You get too close, then I keep my mouth shut
Gonna run to the wind, where the big bad city blows
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those
It's a wonderful lie
By on those

Now, you can dress to the eights, you can dress to maim
It'll make you feel great, this fortune and fame
Wearing too much makeup, not near enough clothes
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by

So don't pin your hopes or pin your dreams
To misanthropes, guys like me
And the truth is overrated, I suppose
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those

It's a wonderful lie, I still get by