Don't Be Happy, Worry

Here's a little song I wrote
 You might sing it note for note
 And if you can't remind the words
 Count on me to stick it inside your skull
 Ain't got no class ain't got no style
 Ain't got no cash since you've been around
 Remember the point of that ditty
 Don't be happy... Worry!
 The gathering of your teeth on the pavement
 Won't be easy with broken fingers
 Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore
 On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)
 Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
 How could I have been so stupid
 How could I've been so blind
 I'm still searching for reasons
 That I will probably never find
 That old fucking human nature
 Is the only thing to blame
 Except you and all your twisted ways
 Which are all the same
 All the shame
 I've tried to think I was wrong
 Then evidence reached my eyes
 Helping me making my mind: So I...
 Leave today
 I won't change my way
 I won't listen to what you have to say
 So now sucker you'd better worry!
 Damn over to be happy!
 The gathering of your teeth on the pavement
 Won't be easy with broken fingers
 Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore
 On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)
 Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
 How could I have been so stupid
 How could I've been so blind
 I'm still searching for reasons
 That I will probably never find
 That old fucking human nature
 Is the only thing to blame
 Except you and all your twisted ways
 Which are all the same
 The gathering of your teeth on the pavement
 Won't be easy with broken fingers
 Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore
 On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!)
 Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
 I've tried to think I was wrong
 Then evidence reached my eyes
 Helping me making my mind: So I...
 Leave today
 I won't change my way
 I won't listen to what you have to say
 So now sucker you'd better worry!
 Damn over to be happy!