Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical Touches stricken, cold and clinical What a transformation to behold I don't like this new, I want the old
It's not the words that make it final You've said 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 be happier, I'll be happier You go on, yeah, you go on You'll be gone and I'll be happier
Shoot me your rubber bullets Your finger's on the trigger, pull it I know you want this suffering to end So it forgivable my friend
It's all to convince me that I'll be better off So you go on and 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 be happier without me, without me, without me, oh
You won't convince me, that I'll be better off So 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 happier, you go on and I'll be happier You go on, you 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