Liam Lynch
Текст песни Fake Depeche Mode Song

Well I'm not pretty or good to the eye
Never left my room til' 25.
If I were happy would you punish me?
Tie me up and call it therapy?
Miserable life, miserable life
Miserable life, miserable life
Let me be you're scratching post
Your father, son, and your holy ghost
Make my devotion turn right back on me
Don't push me down and calle me a wussy.
Miserable life, miserable life
Miserable life, miserable life
(Miserable life) Devotion!
(Miserable life) Emotion!
(Miserable life) Depression!
(Miserable life) Obsession!
You can't see me because I'm wearing black.