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We’re not cynics, we just don’t believe a word you say
 We’re not critics, we just hate it all anyway
 If you’re happy and you know it
 Clap you hands like this
‘Cause the rest of us are wondering
 What on earth we missed
 If you’re happy and you know it
 Stomp your feet real loud
 The rest of could use some cheering up right now
 Oh please, shoot us up
 With something shiny and quick
 We like our thrills dirt cheap
 And our irony thick
 Oh whatever, never mind,
 We’re just crying for help
 I guess we’ll heal the old fashioned way
 And do it ourselves
 Oh this is all we know
 Oh tragic and miserable
 Oh this is all we’ve got
 Oh we do what we’ve been taught
 Sometimes I think we push your buttons just for fun
 Sometimes I think our kind of crazy has already been done
 We’re a copy of a copy, everything we swore we’d not be
 Yeah, the truth hurts, but it hasn’t stung enough to stop me
 Oh please, can’t you give us 
 something better than this
 we’ve built up a tolerance
 to all your veteran tricks
 you’re busy smiling on cue,
 when you don’t have a clue
 we’re a mess and we know it,
 we want you to know too
if you’re happy and you know it
 then there might be something wrong with you
 what’s the point in holding on
 when all of us don’t want you to
 it’d make us feel better,
 knowing you’d be stuck forever
 sick minds stick together
 we can stay sick forever

Cynics & Critics by Icon For Hire