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

No, death to those who
spend happy days bored
And 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

But death to those who
spend happy days bored
And 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?

Yes, death to those who
spend happy days bored
And 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