Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are
With your sunken eyes And your pretty looks Underneath a see through disguise
You are desperate for a good Desperate for a good You try so hard to see what you want The answer is clear
Should you see your face In the mirror, dear Is that the movement of fear?
You are kicking out at them Judging all the time As you criticize the bull You do it just as fine
You are the source of what You'd call weird pop Well, that's all you've seen That's all you've got
Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are This is the movement of fear, ha