Yes, I've been walking on this fucking place Time enough to know that nobody's happy, these days But if you try to look around You're gonna realize that nobody seems to be down Well, they're faking happiness When you're sad you must be sick So they give us psycotropics But you don't want to swallow it, these days Just because you feel you should be exactly who you are And you don't want to cross that door Well, they're faking happiness When you're sad you must be sick You must be sick and you know it You must be sick You must be sick You must be sick You must be sick You must be sick, sick, sick, sick You must be sick You must be You must be sick You must be