Stump Lyrics - Psycho's Path - John Lydon

You can never, ever make a difference 

You will always, always be on the defence 

Pride and race that don't make no sense 

When you couldn't put sense in a sentence 

Happy Days 

You will condemn in me the things you love the most 

Could you ever, ever see the thing right through 

Happy days 

Or take, maybe an individual point of view 

And just what did you ever have to say? 

When I look at you, I see sweet F.A! 

Old happy days are here again 

You will condemn in me, the things you 

Love the most 

You will condemn and roast the things you want the most 

Happy days 

You could never find an answer inside a book 

And this can only be true because you would never look 

You can stand on you head and spout the rhetoric 

But the only problem you have, is forensic 

Happy days 

You ignorant twat 

You are too proud 

You are too loud 

And none of it originates from you 

You will condemn and roast the things in me 

You love the most 

Happy days 

Don't you love me 

The things you love the most 

Happy days 

Don't you love me