I am never fulfilled
or ever content.
No matter where I live,
in a house or a tent,
'cause I
I am not
a happiness kind of man
(he's not, he's not, he's not)
It doesn't mean I'm sad,
angry or mad.
Maybe I should move to a farm,
and livre from the land.
Pray to God,
Jesus, hold my hand!
'Cause I
I am not
a happiness kind of man
(he's not, he's not, he's not)
It doesn't mean I'm sad,
angry or mad.
It's always too cold
or really, really hot,
My life's too hard
or just boring soft.
'Cause I
I am not
a happiness kind of man
(he's not, he's not, he's not)
It doesn't mean I'm sad,
angry or mad.
(He's not)

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