Next time we walk down to the docks   While welcoming the morning sun   We'll share rations of bread with   Drifters and deceivers know I only see   This hour after evenings of infamy      There are thousands of you like me   And you'll be so so sorry   When you start to hate the sound of laughter   You're grinding your teeth down to powder      And how rewarding is it just to be alive   We could have residence in the worst prison   That happens when you die   And have no friends to carry caskets   In the saddest procession      And those people love to say   They're sorry when your soul departs   But they recover oh so quick      There are thousands of you like me   And you'll be so so sorry   When you start to hate the sound of laughter   You're grinding your teeth down to powder      Oh, right now      There are thousands of you like me   And you'll be so so sorry   When you start to hate the sound of laughter   You're grinding your teeth down to powder