You’re happy all the time

I just don’t understand why I can’t be happy too

Your smiles are salt in the wound

slap upon a back that’s been toiling in the sun

When will I get mine?

Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?

Oh everything is fine

As long as you’re a god-fearing, white american

Why should the thieves have all of the fun?

Selling us water by the river, they don’t speak for everyone

I’m ready [bad word] and you’re making me crawl

Selling me water by the river, they don’t speak for me at all

The man about the town

The beauty queen, the paragon of civilization

But shadows cling to us all

Even those convinced that they’re sheltered and immune

When will I get mine?

Or must I be a god-fearing, white american?

Why should the thieves have all of the fun?

Selling us water by the river, they don’t speak for everyone

I’m ready [bad word] and you’re making me crawl

Selling me water by the river, they don’t speak for me at all