Kids with flute-like voices   I wish that some of them were dead   But they will turn quiet   In time something will shut their mouths      But death to those who   spend happy days bored    No, death to those who   pray on a sunny day      No, I don't blame you for anything   I just can't stand the fact that   that you don't see how this   perfect world could let anyone down      No, death to those who   spend happy days bored    No, death to those who   pray on a sunny day      Oh, and I'm so bitter now   You ask me about my dreams   And I just tell you about my troubles   Oh, and I'm so bitter now   You ask me about my needs   And I say "I don't long for anything   except for a life"      I laugh at myself, then I cry   I laugh at many others too   But will my self-pity   take me anywhere but home again?      No death to those who   spend happy days bored   No death to those who   pray on a sunny day      Oh, and I'm so bitter now   You ask me about my dreams   And I just tell you about my troubles   Oh, and I'm so bitter now   You ask me about my needs   And I say "I don't long for anything   except for a life"      Death to those who pray on a sunny day   Death to those who spend happy days bored   But it's just what you can expect   from people whose minds are already wrecked