Liam Lynch - Fake Depeche Mode Song: Miserable Life Lyrics
Well I'm not pretty or good to the eyeNever left my room 'til 25If I were happy would you punish me?Tie me up and call it therapyMiserable Life, Miserable LifeMiserable Life, Miserable LifeMiserable Life Miserable LifeMiserable Life (Life)Let me be your perfect scratching postYour father, son and your holy ghostThey vie devotion, turn my back on meDon't push me down and call me a woosyMiserable Life Miserable LifeMiserable Life Miserable LifeMiserable Life Miserable Life (Life)(Miserable Life) Devotion!(Miserable Life) Emotion!(Miserable Life) Depression!(Miserable Life) Obsession!You can't see me 'cause I'm wearing black.