Interpret:

Less Than Jake

Album:

Losing Streak

Happyman smiles almost every single day,
too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze,
he's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do.
Choked by the clock and he doesn't know what to do.
I say, you say, you say its work, yeah its work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world
(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)