Maimed Happiness

It's a maimed happiness I keep trying to acquiesce It's like a tempestuous child You play with and humor to keep Quiet as you possibly can Til finally it goes to sleep Life takes a lot of finesse It's a maimed happiness Keep myself to every way Both refined and uncouth Then maybe once in a while I can be with the truth Don't know if there's that much to be said For this world, or the time that we spend I doubt that I'd wanna live This wasted life over again Yeah I been to the doctor Said there ain't much he can do "You got the human condition Boy, I feel sorry for you." There's a sorrowful joy I known since hours ago Joyful sorrow, I guess It's a maimed happiness. --- Maimed Happiness - New York Dolls