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...

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Writer(s): PAUL WESTERBERG