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