Happy and You Know It

You got that deer in the headlights look in your eyes
Then you’re mauled in the mirror – without your disguise
No hope to save face, and what of the disgrace
No comfort in saying “I tried”

If you’re happy and you show it, you’re just lying to yourself
And everybody else

Now you wear a white dress, though it ain’t your own
And you’re gonna wear it to kingdom come
You found in your distress you ain’t so alone
There’s a few other aliens longing for home

If you’re happy and you know it – what is this strange hope you have?
You say, “aw it’s stranger than you think”

And all of our fears are death in a clowns face
Death dressed in black lace or a monkey-suit
He swings from the vines, says “it ain’t your time . . .
But, darlin’, I’m waiting for you”

Well there came to this land a sorrowful man
But he’d steal to the shadows and laugh till he cried
He was smiles for the children, tears for Jerusalem,
For joy set before him he died

If you’re happy and you know it, singing is your suffering
And laughter your medicine
If you’re happy and you know it, you ain’t from around these parts
He said, “I ain’t from around these parts”

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