why does she crave the attention
why doesn't anyone supply it
why won't she pluck the fruits she's been growing
why doesn't anyone say it
why is she so unhappy
why doesn't anyone say it
why does she never find the answer
i'll just say it
why are you so cheap with money
why do you let it infect you
why don't you just give up
what are you waiting for? what inspires you?
your life is hopeless, isn't it?
you don't acknowledge happiness can be
why don't you change it
why doesn't anyone say it
fuck it mom, fuck it

you're so unhappy
you're so unhappy
you're so unhappy
do something
don't be so lazy
you accept it
do something
happiness is there for you
just stand up for you
stand up for you
why doesn't anyone say it
because they're living it too
it's hell
but tradition is all you know, it'll show you what's right
you will follow
you should learn it isn't fulfilling anything in you
why can't you tell yourself the truth
listen to yourself. why can't you?

deep

thats not deep this is deep:on the edge, a windowsill
ponders his maker, ponders his will
to the street below, he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view, and he sinks the needle deep...
whoa, can't touch the bottom
in too deep...
can't touch the bottom
on the edge of a know-nothin' town
feelin' quite superior, the aged come
to the sky above he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep...
can't touch the bottom
in too deep...
can't touch the bottom
in too deep...
on the edge of a christmas clean love
young virgin from heaven...visiting hell
to the man above her, she just ain't nothin'
and she doesn't like the view
she doesn't like the view
she doesn't like the view
but he sinks himself deep
can't touch the bottom
in too deep...
can't touch the bottom
can't touch the bottom
deep...
the bottom...
the bottom...
the bottom...
the bottom...