Lyrics:

Take it to Manhattan 'cause I don't want it
Sell it to someone who can't live without it
You made it for the masses, it passed unnoticed
Dead somewhere in Kansas

Now I've had it up to here with
I've had enough of all of these songs
Of self-imposed unhappiness

Say it for myself like I always wanted
Something to believe when you always doubted
That there was some logic, some line of reason
That brought us to this place

But now I've had it up to here with
I've, I've had enough of all of these songs
Of self-imposed unhappiness
Oh

Oh, oh now, oh now
I've had enough of all of these
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did this to yourself)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did this to yourself)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did, you did, you did)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness