Boots

tripping down assaulted streets
and keeping her nose in the air
with her go-go boots and a dime store wig
she's a creeper but seems not to care
and although it's all so sordid we can see a little girl
peeking from the bushes back at home

in a car on a darkened street
he bends and he fixes his head
points his eyes at the road ahead and drives
home

happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness is certainly an old shill

living on a corner like a vagrant in disguise 
passerby feels sorry but refuse
to catch his eye
and he wishes he were younger then he'd make
them all regret it
it could get him down but he won't let it

happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness uncertain wanders lost in hell
happiness is certainly an old shill
happiness in people who are bound to die
happiness in politicians while they lie
happiness in working people everywhere
happiness in children's vacant stares