Happyman

Happyman
Smiles almost every single day
To numb to notice that he's walking in a haze
He's put himself here and he doesn't know what to do
Choked by the clock
He put himself here and he doesn't know what to do.

I say, you say
You say it's work, say it's work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world.
(Green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches, lost his senses)

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