Christopher Wilkinson - The Happy Jackass (feat. Paul Hepworth)

I go about my day with a smile on my face
Music blaring in my headphones, I'm in my happy place
Ain't no doubt in my mind, I'm one of a kind
Uncertainty is certainly a downer you will find

Not a bin inside, I'm not lugging this crap home
Sure I'll take a straw, why should I be the only one
Who carries around a knife, a fork, a blade and a bowl?
What difference will it make digging the earth out of this hole?

I see the happy jackass going on his merry way
Leaving a trail of filth and filthy looks in his wake
Blind to what's in front of him, eyes glued to his phone
Existing in a world of his own

His engine ticking over in an allocated space
His high beams on but no one's home, it's far too commonplace
If ignorance was bliss, his happiness would break the gauge
The blank expression on his face could not mask all his rage

She goes about her day with a smile on her face
Music blaring from her phone, she doesn't seem to contemplate
A rapper in the wind and a fag butt underfoot
One drop in the ocean is not hard to overlook

I see the happy jackass going on her merry way
Leaving a trail of filth and filthy looks in her wake
Blind to what's in front of her, eyes glued to her phone
Existing in a world of her own

Why can't we see what's going on?
We're so blind to our hypocrisy
Why can't we feel what's going on?
There's no secret conspiracy

I see the happy jackass going on their merry way
Leaving a trail of filth and filthy looks in their wake
Blind to what's in front of them, if only they could see
The product of their apathy

Written by:
Christopher Wilkinson

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