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