Life is sad Laugh when you ought to cry Life is sad And then you die A sense of happiness went passing by Bogged down by its absurdity I let it fly Like I always do Life is sad Life is sad Laugh when you ought to cry Life is sad And then you die I thought I was making a masterpiece but I never will Gotta carry my cross up the hill And then down again Life is sad Sometimes I just go about my day but often I wonder Is it a trick? Is it a deceit? This sentimental killer Can I do it another way? Can I do it better? The art of longing and the odds that we must beat Life is sad Laugh when you ought to cry Life is sad And then you die If you ever need a shoulder to cry on If you ever need someone you can get by on Then I'll be there And I'll be happy that life is sad