Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
|
Touches stricken, cold and clinical
|
What a transformation to behold
|
But I don't like this new, I want the old
|
|
It's not the words that make it final
|
You've said such things such things before to rival them
|
But it's how you say 'em now that's changed
|
Cold but sympathetic all the same
|
|
Lie to convince me that I'll be better off
|
Oh, you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier
|
You go on, yeah, you go on
|
You'll be gone and I'll be happier
|
|
Shoot me with your rubber bullets
|
Your finger's on the trigger, pull it
|
I know you want this suffering to end
|
So it is forgivable my friend
|
|
It's all to convince me that I'll be better off
|
So you go on and I'll be happier,
|
You go on and I'll be happier
|
You go on, yeah, you go on
|
You'll be gone and I'll be happier
|
|
Bo-bo-ba-do-bo
|
Bo-bo-ba-do-bo-da-da-da
|
|
Say what you mean, what you mean
|
Cause you'll be happier without me, without me, without me, oh
|
|
You won't convince me, that I'll be better off
|
So you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier
|
You go on, you go
|
You'll be gone, and I'll be gone
|
You go on and I'll be happier, you go on and I'll be happier
|
You go on, you go on, you go on and I'll go on and I'll be happier
|
You on and I'll be happier, you go on and I'll be happier
|
|
You go on, and I'll be happier
|
|
-----------------
|
Happier
|
| A Fine Frenzy |
