I'm not trying to ease your mind,
But make you hate your gutless fate,
And pull the rug when you're so snug,
And make you start to search your heart.

To make a war is what I'm for,
Between your ears & what they hear,
The things you see & the way things ought to be,
Between your mind & the things that bind you,

Chorus:
I don't sing to make you happy,
I don't sing to make you glad,
Have you ever thought about it,
What kind of life you think you've had!

Your so used to being amused,
You'd just as soon ignore your doom.
But every question has an answer,
Only given to the asker.

Chorus:
I don't sing to make you happy,
I don't sing to make you glad,
Have you ever thought about it,
What kind of life you think you've had!