Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical 
 Touches stricken cold and clinical 
 What a transformation to behold 
 But I don't like this new, I want the old 
    It's not the words that make it final 
 You've said such things before to rival them 
 But it's how you say them now that's changed 
 Cold but sympathetic all the same   
 You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off   
 So you go on and I'll be happier 
 I'll be happier 
 You go on, yeah, you go on 
 You'll be gone and I'll be happier   
 Shoot me with your rubber bullets 
 Your finger's on the trigger, pull it 
 I know you want the suffering to end 
 And so, it is forgivable, my friend   
 It's all to convince me that I'll be better off   
 So you go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on, yeah, you go on 
 You'll be gone and I'll be happier   
 Say what you mean, what you mean 
 Is you'll be happier without me 
 Without me 
 Without me 
 Oh   
 Cuz you want to convince me that I'll be better off   
 So you go on and I'll be happier 
 I'll be happier 
 You go on, yeah, you go on 
 You'll be gone and I'll be gone   
 You go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on, yeah, you go on 
 You go on and I'll go on 
 And I'll be happier   
 You go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on and I'll be happier 
 You go on and I'll be happier