Happiness

Ooh yeah
Come on
Come on
Come on

In these days
I can't help to wonder
Is it all worth while
To stop from going under

People dying in the streets
Some are shot by the police
That's the way of the world
What a price to be free

The land is dying
In our hands
The innocent don't stand a chance
And our children what will they have

When there is no happiness
Just a cold place in hell
And there is just emptiness
On the bottom of the wishing well
There's no justice
In this life
All you have you need to survive
All you have is a private place in hell

Come on
Come on
Come on

In the land of the plenty
And the home of the brave
Where the few have many
You try to stand with a foot in the grave
Walk the tight rope with eyes closed
If we'll make it no one knows
All we know is our cold cold place in hell

And there's no happiness
Just a cold place in hell
And there's just emptiness
On the bottom of the wishing well
There's no justice in this life
All you have you need to survive
All you have is your private place in hell

Ooh yeah

Oh you know
You know

Happiness
It's a cold place in hell
And there is just emptiness
On the bottom of the wishing well
There's no justice In this life
It's a struggle just to stay alive
So enjoy your own sweet place in hell
Ooh
Oh yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Duprix
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