I’m so happy, you’re dead.
No more sympathetic irony.
Falling down slowly,
passing all the dimly-lit holes that you kept me from.
But I’m so happy, you’re here.
No more solitary singles bars.
Laughing out loud now,
at all the jokes you told me, even if I was butt of them…
No more Saturday hangovers.
No more Sunday night blues.
No more Mondays, waking up, hoping you’re dead.
I’m so happy, you’re dead.
No more apprehensive evensong.
Freedom from life’s plan,
even though you’ll start afresh and probably get it wrong again…
No more Saturday hangovers.
No more Sunday night blues.
No more Mondays, waking up, hoping you’re dead
Lyrics by John Berry