Happiness is a warm gun

I always wanted that job, now I have it but I'm not happy,

for long saved to buy that car, I've got it, but I'm not happy

fancied that oh so fair woman, I shagged her, but I'm not happy

wanted a bigger place, got it, but I'm not happy,

as buying all those designer clothes I thought I had to have didn't

waited ages to see my team win the League, they won, but I'm not happy

I guess I'll just keep aiming higher until I fail, so I can actually have a socially accepted excuse to be as sad as I am