Gibbs-S. Hurley-P. Hurley Everyone's happy when there's food on the table Everyone smiles in their sunday best Everyone's pleased when there's work for the able With monday night football as their chance to rest Everyone laughs when they see something foreign Everyone cringes when they smell dissent Everyone cries when they go to a fuuneral Take the afternoon off and enjoy the lament I can see... complacency Everyone's proud of their boy in the army Everyone smiles at the baseball coach Everyone looks for a chance to give orders But the room gets deadly silent when orders approach In this place contentment poors But not completely In this place people ignore The status real they're keeping Everyone sits in a noisy barroom Everyone smiles and pretends it's fun Everyone drinks to protect the boredon And wakes up sullen when drinking is done