Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical   Touches stricken cold and clinical   What a transformation to behold   But I don't like this new, I want the old      It's not the words that make it final   You've said such things before to rival them   But it's how you say 'em now that's changed   Cold but sympathetic all the same      You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off   So you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier   You go on, yeah, you go on   You'll be gone and I'll be happier      Shoot me with your rubber bullets   Your finger's on the trigger, pull it   I know you want this suffering to end   And so it is forgivable my friend      All to convince me that I'll be better off   So you go on and I'll be happier   You go on and I'll be happier   You go on, yeah, you go on   You'll be gone and I'll be happier      Say what you mean, what you mean   Is you'll be happier without me   Without me, without me      You won't convince me that I'll be better off   So you go on and I'll be happier   I'll be happier, you go on, you go      You'll be gone and I'll be gone   You go on and I'll be happier   You go on and I'll be happier   You go on, you go on   You go on and I'll go on and I'll be happier      You go on and I'll be happier   You go on and I'll be happier   You go on and I'll be happier