Happy Hour Lyrics - King Missile

In this happy sing-song hell hole 

In this torture house of glee 

In this perfect playpen prison 

There's so much to do and see 

On this euthanasia morning 

Colorful carnival of pain 

Let us drink delicious poison 

If they won't let us, let's complain 

Genetic engineers 

Crucified our sacred hymns 

While flesh fell off our bodies 

And we lost our limbs