Yes, I've been walking on this fucking place
Time enough to know that nobody's happy, these days
But if you try to look around
You're gonna realize that nobody seems to be down
Well, they're faking happiness
When you're sad you must be sick
So they give us psycotropics
But you don't want to swallow it, these days
Just because you feel you should be exactly who you are
And you don't want to cross that door
Well, they're faking happiness
When you're sad you must be sick
You must be sick and you know it
You must be sick
You must be sick
You must be sick
You must be sick
You must be sick, sick, sick, sick
You must be sick
You must be