Pillows Happy Slave Lyrics

Happy slave, you want to kneel because of your excuse for being bored. Happy slave, almost unable to make a decision. Wanting to rub that sort of head against the floor. It's fitting.

Happy slave, wanting to be caught. A cramped cell is perfectly decorated. Happy slave, waiting for a black leader who can recite handy ideologies.

Happy? Happy? Happy slave!
Happy slave, wanting your legs, unmotivated to go anywhere, to be bound. Happy slave, it's your final chance to go mad and strike upon the awakening melody's door.

Happy? Happy? Happy slave!

Pretentiously holding onto a useless, bulky book. In your head that has known shamelessness, laughing pleasantly, "AHAHA."

Happy? Happy? Happy slave!