Happiness (Dead Man Walking)

On a hot winter night, a dead man, walking, said to me
"Look down. Look down. You're standing in my grave."
"I know," I replied. "I'm happy."
And with that, the man left in a daze.

The man knew it was his hole
But I was happy and carefree
It was a hot winter night, I'm told
When a man said that to me.

"I don't remember much," I said.
He told me: "You'd better watch out, or it'll be you."
"But why?" I asked the man.
And he said, "Because you're not really happy, are you?"

And on my way home that night
I saw that man in his grave, lying dead.
With my body not putting up a fight,
I went home...
And put a bullet through my head.