Текст песни: Morrissey. Dial-A-Cliché.

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-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 fey ways, 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, son
I've changed but I'm in pain
Dial-a-cliche