MORRISSEY LYRICS - Dial-A-Cliche

"Dial-A-Cliche"



Further into the fog I fall

well, I was just

following you!

when you said:

"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"

(dial-a-cliche)

"grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"

(dial-a-cliche)

But the person underneath

where does he go?

does he slide by the wayside?

or...does he just die?

when you find that you've organized

your feelings, for people

who didn't like you then

and certainly don't like you now

yet still you say:

"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"

(dial-a-cliche)

"grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"

(dial-a-cliche)

"the Safe way is the only way!

there's always time to change, son!"

yes well I've changed

but I'm in pain!

dial-a-chiche