Happy as a Clam

Happy as I am is never good enough
I’m happy as a clam, but I can’t get off
What makes me a man?
I thought men were tough
I wanna be a woman cause my feeling don’t work
So why do I need money if I’m going to hell?
Happy is a friend, he’s so lost
He says he wants to go back to what’s not wrong
Stab me in the back just to watch me crawl
Maybe I’ll change my name to alcohol
Why’d you have to go and wash me off?
But I’m gone, now I can’t get off
I’m happy as a clam, but I can’t get off
It’s eating at my heart, why don’t you tear it off
Strung out on control, he’s so full of it
Says he wants to change, but he don’t give a shit
Mommy’s little boy is not a boy no more
I want to be a man, but I’m still a whore
Loneliness is easy, you can do it to
But silence is the enemy, and so are you
Tell me that’s it’s love, tell me that I’m cool
Tell me I’m a rich man and you’re the fool
Money for the kids, drugs for the old
An internet bisexual you already know
But I’m wrong, now I can’t get off
I’m happy as a clam but I can’t get off
The shit that’s on your shoe, so baby wipe me off
I’m out of time to waste, but I want to buy more
What’s the point in living just to live in fear?
Well shit, godammit, fuck that kind of thinking ain’t appropriate