I keep trying to write happy songs
But all the words keep coming out wrong
Instead of sunshine and daisies
I get depression and crazy
I can't seem to get it right
Let's try this again
A little birdie told me
They just want to console me
That no one's trying to control me
That everything will be alright
But lies, deceit and slander
The bird is trying to pander
And tell me exactly what I want to hear
Little birdie whispers
Dirty lying tricksters
Spreading their misdeeds as they go
Dressed in all white
Think they're alright
Masquerading as a dove, not a crow
No, that's not right
I keep trying to write happy songs
But all the words keep coming out wrong
Instead of sunshine and daisies
I get depression and crazy
I can't seem to get it right
I can't get it right
Ok ok I can do this
Prancing through a field full of flowers
Trying to while away the hours
The roses in Bloom
By thorns I'm subsumed
Roots my corpse they devour
Roses are red and the violets are blue
Violence leaves wounds that run you clear through
Blood runs bright red until it grows cold
And then blue into black as it grows old
Like ashes to Ash and dust to dust
Flesh into soil and blood into rust
Born from the earth and to the Earth we return
Of Mortal matters Earth has no concern
Not again
Oh God
I keep trying to write happy songs
But all the words keep coming out wrong
Instead of sunshine and daisies
I get depression and crazy
I can't seem to get it right
No, I can't get it right
The more that I try, the darker words get
So for happy and joyful, I'll just have to quit
I think that it's time, I'll just admit
Have no happiness left, It's all gone to shit
I can't find the light
I can't get it right
I can't find the light
So why even try
I quit
I keep trying to write happy songs
But all the words keep coming out wrong
Instead of sunshine and daisies
I get depression and crazy
I can't seem to get it right
Just can't get it right
Just can't get it right