Happy from The Rumps by The Rumps

Well I'm wandering the streets of East L.A.
Picking up used cigarettes thinking it's okay
Well drinking fancy wine is alright
But my wallets filled with dust I guess that's fine

It's alright, It's all okay, I'll find spare change on my T.V. tray
It's okay, at least I can say I'm fucking happy everyday

It's alright I'm fucking happy
It's okay I'm fucking happy

Well I'm coughing up pieces of drywall
My walls are crumbling down
I try to stand tall
Going to the beach
Sand between my feet
Not a care in the world that falls around me

It's alright I'm fucking happy
It's okay I'm fucking happy
It's okay I'm fucking happy
It's akright I'm fucking happy

• Alternative
• punk
• rock
• Clarksville