I already have a son and a dog
I feel like I'm in a margarine commercial
I'm happier than the happy ones
Under the awnings I protect myself from the storm
Oh my love, wait for me
I'll be back for dinner
I'm still hungry
I see everything clearly
With my prescription glasses
Madness is almost sanctity
And good it can also be evil
I join the choir of the happy
And I am content with being banal
Madness is almost sanctity
And good, my goodness, can be evil