Get up from a dream

And I look for rain

Take an amphetamine

And a crushed rat's 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 a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those



I've been accused of never opening up

You get too close

Then I keep my mouth shut

I'm gonna run to the wind

Where the big bad city blows

It a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those

It a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those



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 a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those

It a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those



So don't pin your hopes

Or pin your dreams

To misanthropes or guys like me

The truth is overrated

I suppose

It a wonderful lie

And I still get by on those

It a wonderful lie

And I still get by...