When was the last time you felt so happy
You had to give yourself a good pinch
When did you ever fail one of lifes highs
Without using stepladder or winch
Thats why the lifeless crave the past
Cause when theyre flogged, stoned, lynched
They can watch the living fizzle out to naught
Without even moving one inch
Thats what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
Thats why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
Thats 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 theyve earned their grumble stripes
When they fought tooth and nail in the trench
If you ever sat down in one place too long
Theyd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench
Indecision drip feeds modesty
But apathy fails even to quench
Thats what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
Thats why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
Thats 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 its every man for himself
You still like to stick with the bunch
Youd rather tag along at the back of the crowd
To risk anything on a hunch
Thats what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
Thats why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
Thats 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
Thats what keeps you alive