They Might Be Giants Why Must I Be Sad
No More Mister Nice Guy I Love the Dead I've been thinking about it Now I understand what he said Ask me now to understand the words that Alice said I kick the rocks beneath me I squint at the sun Sad Sad Sad Sad Why must I be sad? The rows of dandelions growing all around me WHy must I be sad? No one knows these things but me and him So I'm writing everything down in a spiral notebook In hopes that one day other people will feel as low as this Welcome to My Nightmare Dead Babies Raped and Freezin' You Drive Me Nervous Elected Generation Landslide Under My WHeels Muscle of Love School's Out Only Women Bleed Billion Dollar Babies ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
