Get up from a dream, and I look for rain
Take an amphetamine and some crushed rat 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?
And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those

I've been accused of never opening up
If you get too close, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut
Gonna run to the wind, where the big bad city blows
And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those

And you can dress to the eights. You can dress to maim
And it'll make you feel great, that fortune and fame
Wearing too much makeup, not near enough clothes
And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those

So don't rest your hopes and rest your dreams
In misanthropes and girls like me
And the truth is overrated, I suppose
And it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those
Yeah, it's a wonderful lie; I still get by on those
Yeah, it's a wonderful lie; I still get by