Don't be happy, worry - Carnival in Coal

Here’s a little song I wrote

You might sing it note for note

And if you can’t remind the words

Count on me to stick it inside your skull

Ain’t got no class ain’t got no style

Ain’t got no cash since you’ve been around

Remember the point of that ditty

Don’t be happy… Worry!

The gathering of your teeth on the pavement

Won’t be easy with broken fingers

Cause I won’t listen to your «shit-chat"anymore

On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)

Still I wonder what you were waiting for…

How could I have been so stupid

How could I’ve been so blind

I’m still searching for reasons

That I will probably never find

That old fucking human nature

Is the only thing to blame

Except you and all your twisted ways

Which are all the same

All the shame

I’ve tried to think I was wrong

Then evidence reached my eyes

Helping me making my mind: So I…

Leave today

I won’t change my way

I won’t listen to what you have to say

So now sucker you’d better worry!

Damn over to be happy!

The gathering of your teeth on the pavement

Won’t be easy with broken fingers

Cause I won’t listen to your «shit-chat"anymore

On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)

Still I wonder what you were waiting for…

How could I have been so stupid

How could I’ve been so blind

I’m still searching for reasons

That I will probably never find

That old fucking human nature

Is the only thing to blame

Except you and all your twisted ways

Which are all the same

The gathering of your teeth on the pavement

Won’t be easy with broken fingers

Cause I won’t listen to your «shit-chat"anymore

On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)

Still I wonder what you were waiting for…

I’ve tried to think I was wrong

Then evidence reached my eyes

Helping me making my mind: So I…

Leave today

I won’t change my way

I won’t listen to what you have to say

So now sucker you’d better worry!

Damn over to be happy!