1. Apart from it all falling apart, why the long face?
Either you’re a rat or you’re running the wrong race.
You’re calling maintenance whenever the dawn breaks.
You’re drawn to the throb of songs your mom hates.
And I’m sucking down malts, turning somersaults.
While you’re composing dopey odes to your faults.
Watch my lips, get a profound eyeful.
That’s me being me, that’s how I…uhh…
Not gonna make that mistake twice.
Not gonna find out if this snake bites.
That’s your cross that you bear nowhere.
I’ve got a stiff upper lip that barely grows hair.
Don’t need the deceit of sweet apologies.
Don’t wanna read wannabe philosophies.
All of these people are almost alingual.
Not that they care as long as they’re not single.

Chorus: Get it together, you’re bringing everybody down.
Pull yourself together, you’re a drag to have around.
I derive no pleasure from applying this pressure,
But just suck it up and you’ll feel better.

2. The human heart is the heart of darkness.
We follow it around in crowds regardless.
Eat your words or you won’t see dessert.
Just another sourpuss in a joke T-shirt.
Last known survivor of a one-man shipwreck.
Flashback, waking up damp with a stiff neck.
Maybe that’s why you’re in such a bad mood.
Quick to argue, let’s call it fast feud.
The light at the end of the tunnel’s too bright
So you turn around not wanting to lose your eyesight.
Full-grown man on a hot tin roof.
The highest that you’ve been on the hog is mid-hoof.
Your future’s so dim that you gotta wear a headlamp.
Bunking down with your parasites and a dead tramp.
Waking in the morning mourning sunrise.
You, fleas, dead tramp: what a bunch of fun guys.

Chorus: We all understand that you’re dealing with some heartache
But after a while it’s hard to take.
I derive no pleasure from applying this pressure,
But just suck it up and you’ll feel better.

3. a) Are you melancholy? Well, I’ve got two words:
Buck up.
I’ll say it again so I know you heard:
Buck up, buck up.
Easier said than done, but what isn’t?
Buck up, buck up, buck up.
Don’t be a bad sport, quit trying to resist it.
Buck up, buck up, buck up, buck up.
b) A touch of bum luck and your light goes out.
I try to be sympathetic in the right amount.
But either you’re so dumb that you wanna stay glum
Or you’re too stuck up: buck up.
A touch of bum luck and your light goes out.
I try to be sympathetic in the right amount.
But either you’re so dumb that you wanna stay glum
Or you’re too stuck up: buck up.

Chorus: We know that you’re sad, but it’s hard to swallow
When it seems like all you really want to do is wallow.
I derive no pleasure from applying this pressure,
But just suck it up and you’ll feel better.
Your pain would probably dissipate if you would let it,
But your ongoing drama show is just pathetic.
I derive no pleasure from applying this pressure,
But just suck it up and you’ll feel better.