Miserable Lie (alternative Troy Tate mix From 1983 - Different From All the Others Offered Before) Songtext
von 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 humor is as black as them
I look at yours, but you laugh at mine
And love is just a miserable lie

You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once, twice
You have corrupted my innocent mind
Not once, 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
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

I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I′m just a country-mile behind
The whole world

Take me when you go

Take me when you go

I need advice, I need advice