Stop Smiling Songtext
von The Vandals
Stop Smiling Songtext
Happy robots say life is fine, but they′re the ones I loathe
They're stupid or they′re lying, or a little bit of both
Ignore disasters and they say that life is great
It never stops the smile on their shit consuming faces
The stupid hippies too stoned to see their lives are fucked
Going with the flow, into the shitter they are sucked and then they
They got these magic crystals, don't do a goddamn thing
Just stinking of patchouli while they choke on their ginseng
Beating on a drum, you sing of quiet and peace
Burning marijuana, and you take your time to hug a tree
Say no possessions, but you get all that you can
You stink like shit and smile through it, don't ever trust a happy man
Cheery retard masses with their evil Osmond smiles
Way too glad to be here ′cause he is on your side
And then they hand out propaganda for sheep to join the cult
Collecting guns, they rape your daughters, but it′s nobody's fault
I don′t wanna go to Heaven, it's filled with pricks like you
I won′t go inside the gates, leave me in the waiting room
I'm sure that God hates you, he thinks that you′re an obsessed fan
See how you are? Never trust a happy man
Never trust a happy man
They're stupid or they′re lying, or a little bit of both
Ignore disasters and they say that life is great
It never stops the smile on their shit consuming faces
The stupid hippies too stoned to see their lives are fucked
Going with the flow, into the shitter they are sucked and then they
They got these magic crystals, don't do a goddamn thing
Just stinking of patchouli while they choke on their ginseng
Beating on a drum, you sing of quiet and peace
Burning marijuana, and you take your time to hug a tree
Say no possessions, but you get all that you can
You stink like shit and smile through it, don't ever trust a happy man
Cheery retard masses with their evil Osmond smiles
Way too glad to be here ′cause he is on your side
And then they hand out propaganda for sheep to join the cult
Collecting guns, they rape your daughters, but it′s nobody's fault
I don′t wanna go to Heaven, it's filled with pricks like you
I won′t go inside the gates, leave me in the waiting room
I'm sure that God hates you, he thinks that you′re an obsessed fan
See how you are? Never trust a happy man
Never trust a happy man
Writer(s): Warren Anthony Fitzgerald, Joseph Patrick Escalante, David William Quackenbush Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com