Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
I feel like “whee”

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day
Feel like
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day (day)

I’m a birthday clown tonight
Though my lips are smiling
I’m not getting in the mood
Everybody looks the same like me
It’s boring boring boring boring (yawn)

Inside a room full of stuff
At the sound of empty applause
Blow out the candles
One, two, three (foo)

Everybody’s missing a thing
Celebration with no feelings
Even when the candles went out
Would they wear the same expression

Birthday, it’s your birthday
The sound of the song silenced by the fireworks
Worst day, it’s a worst day
The clown’s laugh echoing softly
(The clown’s laugh)

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day
Feel like
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day (day)

I’m so sick of the fakes
I’m so sick of the fakes
I’m so sick of the fakes
I’m so sick of the fakes
(Run run for your life
Run run for your life)

I remember the day when I was 8
There was no laughter on the table
In front of the dried-up cake
Smiling with pale lips

Now, hold your breath
One two three four
I’m gonna run away, farther, farther, farther away

Everybody blesses me
One thousand meaningless wishes
Even when the candles went out
Would they wear the same expression

Birthday, it’s my birthday
The sound of music echoing in a silent space
Worst day, It’s my worst day
Ah-
I feel like “whee”

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day
Feel like
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day

(Killin’ me killin’ me
Killin’ me killin’ me)
What do you like about it
We’re closer to death
The cold reality
Killin’ me killin’ me killin’ me killin’ me
Killin’ me

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day
Feel like
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la haha
Happy death day
Happy happy worst day (day)

I’m so sick of the fakes
I’m so sick of the fakes
Run run for your life
Run run for your life
I’m so sick of the fakes
I’m so sick of the fakes
(Run run for your life
Run run for your life)