everybody's happy   once in a while this seems for real   until the time it's over   forget, taking those pills   they won't change,   the nature of our nature      life's a bitch   and he won't have you telling her   where she will take you      times a line they draw* to hold us   to the thought the grave will hold us      makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms,    that eat the wide eye lenses      beauty, it needs to be ill   in order to feel the pain that rests beside it      life's a bitch   and she won't have you telling him   where she will take you      times a line they draw* to hold us   to the thought the grave will hold us            *it says "that's drawn" in the print but "they draw" in the song I believe