Happy Day

You wear your skin like it's covered in sin
 And all the black muck never does wash away
 In the shower for more than an hour
 Tryna scrub-a-dub all the bad junk away
 You think that it's oh you think that it's over
 You think that's over, my my happy day!
 And then it comes back my way
 Holy roller, perched up on your shoulders
 Tryna find the way the new wind will blow
 While he's up there, scolded by his mother
 You can't turn a fact into a fiction no
 You think that it's oh you think that it's over
 You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay
 And then it comes back later in the evening that day
 You think that it's oh you think that it's over
 You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay
 You ever think you've got it down to a science
 Then it kicks you in the teeth and it asks you
 If you're doing OK?