happiness

My mother says Im great
And it always makes me sad
I dont think shes being nice
I really think she believes that
So now I bend my days around the people
All the people obey, whoa
So sad its nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
I gather things can change
So maybe shes asleep in her grave
She gave her body to science
So Im not sure whats in her place
Maybe roses or Tanqueray, whoa
So sad its nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
I know the dead still listen
She sings a part of every refrain
Under the weight of the living
Pointing a finger
With no eyes to aim, whoa
So sad its nothing
Its absolutely nothing
So sad its nothing
Its absolutely nothing
So sad its nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame