How Are Those?

How are those in a beautiful place so sad,
Walking through the streets and beaches and they all look mad,
Say Hola, Hello, Hi, anything to be pleasant,
Receive faces like you’ve offered them a rotten pheasant,
A smile on your face is met with suspicion,
As if to enjoy life you require their permission,
We will continue to have fun and stay bright,
Refusing to be miserable and deal with that shite.