Teach him to be happyTeach him some controlTeach him what his friends areWith your sunken eyesAnd your pretty looksUnderneath a see through disguiseYou are desperate for a good hookDesperate for a good hookYou try so hardTo see what you wantThe answer is clearShould you see your faceIn the mirror dearIs that the movement of fear?You are kicking out at themJudging all the timeAs you criticise the bullYou do it just as fineYou are the source of whatYou'd call weird popWell that's all you've seenThat's all you've gotTeach him to be happyTeach him some controlTeach him what his friends areThis is the movement of fear ha