Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken cold and clinical
What a transformation to behold
But I don't like this new, I want the oldIt's not the words that make it final
You've said such things before to rival them
But it's how you say 'em now that's changed
Cold but sympathetic all the sameYou'd like to convince me that I'll be better off
So you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier
You go on, yeah, you go on
You'll be gone and I'll be happierShoot me with your rubber bullets
Your finger's on the trigger, pull it
I know you want this suffering to end
And so it is forgivable my friendAll to convince me that I'll be better off
So you go on and I'll 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 happierSay what you mean, what you mean
Is you'll be happier without me
Without me, without meYou won't convince me that I'll be better off
So you go on and I'll be happier
I'll be happier, you go on, you goYou'll be gone and I'll be gone
You go on and I'll be happier
You go on and I'll be happier
You go on, you go on
You go on and I'll go on and I'll be happierYou go on and I'll be happier
You go on and I'll be happier
You go on and I'll be happier