The talent to ignore the glory of fools
The happiest boy in america
His bad days are blurred
So casual he is as they go by
How relaxed on a bomb and pleased with the world
The happiest boy in america

Out on a limb, strung up by his toe
The trains don't stop running in america
A fox, a rat
He's saviorless as it's defined
Didn't leave home a junkie but came home as one
The happiest boy in america

How he lived this long's a fucking miracle
With a cocktail everyday
And the pleasure to play
Not a wild eyed kid he's just a good boy
And with a grin
He'll roll over for the bone
Reflecting on when his days wouldn't end
(Reflecting back on when he was treated like a human being)
Throughout lifes duress his veins wouldn't raise
The happiest boy in the world lives at the bottom