Happy People

I hope the bomb lands in my bed While I'm dreaming 'bout the weekend, hmm I'm getting sick of blowing candles out Another year's gone by again I'm all alone again I want to 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 A letter in a plastic bag The list of all the things that she had, oh An open window on the 9th floor And all the world thinks that she's gone mad It can't be that bad Oh, 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 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 Oh, happy people smile all the time Don't rest until there's nothing left to buy Oh, happy people always get it right But we might find something better if we try