Happy Day

You wear your skin like it's covered in sin
And all the black muck never does wash away
In the shower for more than an hour
Tryna scrub-a-dub all the bad junk away

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, my my happy day!
And then it comes back my way

Holy roller, perched up on your shoulders
Tryna find the way the new wind will blow
While he's up there, scolded by his mother
You can't turn a fact into a fiction no

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay
And then it comes back later in the evening that day

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay

You ever think you've got it down to a science
Then it kicks you in the teeth and it asks you
If you're doing OK?



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Stamets
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