When was the last time you felt so happy You had to give yourself a good pinch When did you ever fail one of life's highs Without using stepladder or winch That's why the lifeless crave the past 'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched They can watch the living fizzle out to naught Without even moving one inch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks The Monday morning moaners club That meet every week on park bench At least they've earned their grumble stripes When they fought tooth and nail in the trench If you ever sat down in one place too long They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench Indecision drip feeds modesty But apathy fails even to quench That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks And even when it's every man for himself You still like to stick with the bunch You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd To risk anything on a hunch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks That's what keeps you alive © ISLAND MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com