I hope the bomb lands in their bed While they're dreaming about the weekend I'm getting sick of blowing candles out Another year's gone by again I'm all alone again I want to understand How Oh, happy people smile all the time Don't rest until there's nothing left to buy Oh, happy people always get it right We'd probably hurt ourselves if we tried A letter in a plastic bag With a list of all the things that she had An open window on the ninth floor And now the world thinks that she's gone mad It can't be that bad Don't be so sad Because Oh, happy people smile all the time Don't rest until there's nothing left to buy Oh, happy people always get it right We'd probably hurt ourselves if we tried Oh, happy people smile all the time Don't rest until there's nothing left to buy Oh, happy people never seem to mind But I'd probably kill myself