Happyman smiles almost every single day,
Too numb to notice that heâ€™s walking in a haze,
Heâ€™s pushed himself here and doesnâ€™t know what to do.
Choked by the clock and he doesnâ€™t know what to do.
I say, you say, you say itâ€™s work yeah itâ€™s work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world
(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)