Happiness Lyrics - Wilco

My mother says I'm great 

And it always makes me sad 

I don't think she's being nice 

I really think she believes that 

So now I bend my days around the people 

All the people obey, whoa 

So sad it's nothing 

Happiness depends on who you blame 

I gather things can change 

So maybe she's asleep in her grave 

She gave her body to science 

So I'm not sure what's in her place 

Maybe roses or Tanqueray, whoa 

So sad it's nothing 

Happiness depends on who you blame 

I know the dead still listen 

She sings a part of every refrain 

Under the weight of the living 

Pointing a finger 

With no eyes to aim, whoa