Happyman

Happyman smiles almost every single day,

too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze,

he's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do.

choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.

I say, you say, you say its work yeah its work all day.

Happyman is mad at the world

(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)