My mother says I´m great
And it always makes me sad
I don´t think she´s being nice
I really think she believes that
So now I bend my days around the people

All the people obey, whoa

So sad it´s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame
I gather things can change
So maybe she´s asleep in her grave
She gave her body to science
So I´m not sure what´s in her place
Maybe roses or Tanqueray, whoa

So sad it´s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame

I know the dead still listen
She sings a part of every refrain
Under the weight of the living
Pointing a finger
With no eyes to aim, whoa

So sad it´s nothing
It´s absolutely nothing
So sad it´s nothing
It´s absolutely nothing
So sad it´s nothing
Happiness depends on who you blame