I wake up wound up and wet
And so upset
I’m sweating bullet trains
I must have swallowed Christian Grey
My stomach’s full of high-end knots
And so it’s writ in the stars
And in the entrails
Here’s the name of the beast
No one likes an
Idiot who thinks that she’s happy
Idiots who think they’re happy
Marching off in lockstep
So I play nice
With my gratis advice
Wipe that look
You only think that you’re happy
In the event of a loss of cabin pressure
Or water landing
Please be sure you’re sure to secure
Your own before assisting children
And so the central conceit
It doubles as a
A flotation device
No one likes an
Idiot who thinks that she’s happy
Idiots who think they’re happy
Marching off in lockstep
So I play nice
With my gratis advice
Wipe that look
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
You only think that you’re happy
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2018 Zach London
