My mother says I’m great
And it always makes me sad
I don’t think she’s being nice
I really think she believes that
So now I bend my days around the people
Other people obey, whoa
So sad it’s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
I gather things can change
So maybe she’s asleep in her grave
She gave her body to science
So I’m not sure what’s in her place
Maybe roses or Tanqueray, whoa
So sad it’s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
I know the dead still listen
She sings a part of every refrain
Under the weight of the living pointing a finger
With no eyes to aim, whoa
So sad it’s nothing
It’s absolutely nothing
So sad it’s nothing
It’s absolutely nothing
So sad it’s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
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