Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are
With your sunken eyes
And your pretty looks
Underneath a see through disguise
You are desperate for a good Desperate for a good You try so hard to see what you want
The answer is clear
Should you see your face
In the mirror, dear
Is that the movement of fear?
You are kicking out at them
Judging all the time
As you criticize the bull
You do it just as fine
You are the source of what
You'd call weird pop
Well, that's all you've seen
That's all you've got
Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control
Teach him what his friends are
This is the movement of fear, ha