Happy? – Lyrics

You’re selling yourself
You like it hard and you like the cam
The business runs well
Live your happy life, have a lot of fans

Perfect measures for you
With plastic lips and silicon tits
You call it dreams come true
no mental problems when the body fits

You know you’re happy
You’re so fuckin’ happy
What a happy life

Sometimes tired and weak?
Some pills for thrills help you back on your feet
A little worry indeed?
The next shopping mall waits just down the street

You cover your life
with super-hip trivialities
Your boring old friends
try to scratch at your surface of felicity

Sometimes you have a silly dream
A forlorn girl who begs for care
And you stuff her mouth with bank notes
And the child turns into stone