"Dial-a-cliché" as written by and Steven Patrick/street Morrissey....
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-Cliché
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
Dial-A-Cliché
Dial-A-Cliché
Dial-A-Cliché

But the person underneath
Where does he go?
Does he slide by the wayside?
Or does he just die?

And you find that you've organized
Your feelings, for people
Who didn't like you then
And do not like you now

But still you say, "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"
Dial-A-Cliché
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
Dial-A-Cliché

"The safe way is the only way"
"There's always time to change, son"
I've changed, but I'm in pain
Dial-A-Cliché


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"Dial-A-Cliché" as written by Stephen Street Steven Morrissey

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    General CommentScrap your fey ways? Need any one comment further?
    eddiebon July 25, 2007   Link

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