Happy Birthday

Cheer up child, the world don't owe you a thing

Who bought you that ring?

Cheer up child, the ghouls and snipers don't care

There's nobody there

One of these days, you might notice the patch on my head

I'm already dead

And see the man that you married

For money can't breathe

He's almost dead

How do you make it down the street?

City burns like a fire beneath your feet

Cheer up child, your world's not tearing apart

Though you broke it's heart

Many people would give an arm and a limb

To live where you live

It's not your fault, we don't blame you

We blame the world you were born into

Happy day of birth no matter where on Earth

Your feet have taken you today

Did you hear me say?

That I love something about you but I don't know what it is

Something that I must find, for you have truly built your fort

How do you see beneath the canopy from your top floor?

Well, a lady introduced to me

By my best friend we connected through the cans on head

Even though, I fear she might be quite dead

She sat and she sang the tale of youth

'Cause children don't know the meaning of truth

How do you make it down the street?

Feel removed from everyone you meet