The smilers, you know them, glowing teeth, permanent muscle relaxant
Shades of reality never impinge upon their sugar coated pinkness
They'll all go to heaven, so they believe, vanishing smiles as only dark earth greets
Despair has a place in this smiley land, smiles lose value if not balanced against hurt
And the world is not round! It is a bumpy spheroid dear smilers! Bumps are needed
On roads, on women, in life! The way is not grinningly flat and uniform!
Uniformity of smileyness is a lie, a self lie, mirrors grinning back, laughing most probably
The behind the mirror dimension people weep with insane laughs at your smiley falseness
Those smiles are not happiness! They're cosmetic, "roll up, new smiles from Chanel"
Preach honesty, cry at the homeless, but keep that smile at the front of the queue!
"Meek beggars to inherit the earth" the daily smiler newspaper smirks
So smile at the poor, the crippled, the disenchanted and the weak outsider mass
Theres's nothing to worry about, the earth's got millions of years left and God will stop the sun eating us
Your picnic baskets could be full of maggots and pus, yet still you'd find something to split your lying lips upwards
No novels on your shelves, only bibles and encyclopedias on faith and self help
But don't buy that Deepak Chopra guy, heathen, infidel, I'm not racist I had a Bob Marley record at college
Smile on, smile on, I hope your teeth rot and resemble a bolivian graveyard
Maybe then you'd stop your useless fucking grins, stop your eternal niceness
Stop being a lighter shade of dullness and move between black, grey and red like the rest.