This work begins with a Dmaj Chord.
Further into the fog i fall. Well i was just following you.
When you said "Do as i do and scrap your fayways"...Dial a cliche.
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy mouth"...Dial a cliche.
Dial a cliche. Dial a cliche.
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 fayways"...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.
i've changed but now i'm in pain...Dial a cliche.
i didn't have the luxury of the recording when i wrote this so feel free
to make corrections. "A working-class hero is something to be."