Happy Faces

Run boy run, here she comes.
She’s coming for you.
These are tears of joy not woe.
‘cos woe betide I open wide and let inside the fly.
These are cries of happy rejoice.
They are heartfelt of course, can you not tell from my voice.
So run boy run, it’s coming for you.
Happy Face is allowed.
These the times of unhealthy regret.
It’s the last cigarette and all the long days in there.
There the times of you wish you weren’t.
When the bridges have been burnt.
And she slowly turned.
So run boy run, it’s coming for you.
Happy Face is allowed.