Hippocampus - Metal Plates Lyrics

Take all your anger and kiss it goodbye
Capt. Happy is making his deliveries
He stops by my house, 3 times a day
He rubs my tummy, and cooks me oatmeal

When you think your life is over
When the sun closes its eyes on you
Pick up the phone and dial the line
Capt. Happy beat your house into me
I'm not sad anymore

He drives a Volvo that's made out of sunshine
It runs off ice cream and diesel fuel
He gave me eternal life and a membership
Into his happy club for naked angry sea mammals

I'm not sad anymore

When you think your life is over
When the sun closes its eyes on you
Pick up the phone and dial the line
Capt. Happy beat your house into me

I'm not sad anymore

I'm not sad anymore
I'm not sane anymore