Happyman smiles almost every single day,
  too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze,
  he's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do.
  choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.
  I say, you say, you say its work yeah its work all day.
  Happyman is mad at the world
  (green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)