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 hook

Desperate for a good hook

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 criticise 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