Testo di Honeytone

He came driving to her town last night Promising to heal her little wounds I would squeal for one big meal If you would teach me how to be ... Happy ... Happy ... Happy ... Is there one answer in that big book ? This may sound stupid but I've found religion to be Much too much for me And it touched her hair And she slowly fell down You're not dead you're just lying on the floor Your looking at the ankles of the radicals You know why the world's at world It's all very clear I don't want it anymore And I would squeal for one big meal If you will teach me how to be ... Happy ... Happy ... Happy ...