Happy People

I hope the bomb lands in the bed
While they’re dreaming about the weekend
Hmmm
I’m getting sick of blowing candles out
Another year’s gone by again
I’m all alone again
I wanna understand
How
Oh, happy people smile all the time
Don’t rest until there’s nothing left to buy
Oh, happy people always get it right
We, probably hurt ourselves if we tried
I letter in a plastic bag
With a list of all the things that she had
Hmmm
An open window on the ninth floor
And now the world thinks that she’s gone mad
It can’t be that bad
Don’t be so sad!
Because
Oh, happy people smile all the time
Don’t rest until there’s nothing left to buy
Oh, happy people always get it right
We’d probably hurt ourselves if we tried
Oh, happy people smile all the time
Don’t, rest until there’s nothing left to buy
Oh, happy people never seem to mind
But I’d probably kill myself