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 it's work yeah it's work all day.
Happyman is mad at the world
(green grasses, picket fences, liquid lunches lost his senses)

• 107
• 9th at Pine
• Ask The Magic 8 Ball
• Automatic
• Dopeman
• Happyman
• How's My Driving, Doug Hastings?
• Just Like Frank
• Krazy Glue
• Lockdown
• Never Going Back to New Jersey
• Rock-n-roll Pizzeria
• Shindo
• Sugar in Your Gastank