Happy Day

You wear your skin like it's covered in sin And all the black muck never does wash away In the shower for more than an hour Tryna scrub-a-dub all the bad junk away You think that it's oh you think that it's over You think that's over, my my happy day! And then it comes back my way Holy roller, perched up on your shoulders Tryna find the way the new wind will blow While he's up there, scolded by his mother You can't turn a fact into a fiction no You think that it's oh you think that it's over You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay And then it comes back later in the evening that day You think that it's oh you think that it's over You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay You ever think you've got it down to a science Then it kicks you in the teeth and it asks you If you're doing OK?