The Happy Song

Listen, my new friend, please

And have a sympathetic tender ear

I was born in this junkyard

And it was the prettiest little thing to me

Here's the part in the song

Where you think of me all wrong

And here's the part where I choose

That I got nothing left to lose 'cause

Any pain that you could bring to me is nothing comparatively

And I've been so lost and found, I can't smile

I can't frown

Happy song, nothing's wrong, it's all fun, am I done?

How much can one man stand?

Before he kisses a cold dead street?

This cross bears a billion lost souls

Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet?

Think again my lovely friend

Don't ask for more you dirty whore

Here's a part in the song where you tell me you don't care

I made you in my head and you don't even care

You don't care

Happy song, nothing's wrong, it's all fun and I'm all done

But now I'm done, this is fun, now I'm done