Intro A E D E AAWhen was the last time you felt so happyEYou had to give yourself a good pinchDWhen did you ever feel one of life's highsEWithout using stepladder or winchAThat's why the lifeless crave the pastE'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynchedDThey can watch the living fizzle out to noughtEWithout even moving one inchD EThat's what keeps you aliveAThe thought of undeserved deathD EThat's why cynics deep-sea diveAJust to watch someone healthy lose breathD EThat's what really makes you tickAWhen the fearless are stopped in their tracksB7Optimism looks up counts the starsEPessimism looks down and counts cracksThat Monday morning moaners clubThat meet every week on park benchAt least they've earned their grumble stripesWhen they fought tooth and nail in the trenchIf you ever sat down in one place too longThey'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrenchIndecision drip feeds modestyBut apathy fails even to quenchThat's what keeps you aliveThe thought of undeserved deathThat's why cynics deep-sea diveJust to watch someone healthy lose breathThat's what really makes you tickWhen the fearless are stopped in their tracksOptimism looks up counts the starsPessimism looks down and counts cracksD AAnd even when it's every man for himselfD AYou still like to stick with the bunchD AYou'd rather tag along at the back of the crowdETo risk anything on a hunchThat's what keeps you aliveThe thought of undeserved deathThat's why cynics deep-sea diveJust to watch someone healthy lose breathThat's what really makes you tickWhen the fearless are stopped in their tracksOptimism looks up counts the starsPessimism looks down and counts cracksDannyInE
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