Everything you've seen before to you is just a fucking bore
Everything you've heard before
Didn't make you want to hit the floor
Everything you've done before never made you want it more
But open up your little mind and then I think you might find
That you could

Smile, smile, smile, smile

You're stuck within a job you hate, working 50 hours a day
You never get to see your friends
Because you're not as cool as them
You feel as if you're never heard
And all your ideas are absurd
But if you pick up your guitar
I think you'll find out who you are and

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile