Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad
two shots of happyone shot of sadyou think he’s no goodwell he knew he was badtook him to a placenow he can’t get backtwo shots of happyone shot of sad
we walked together down a dead end streetmixing the bitter with the sweetdon’t try to figure out what we might’ve hadjust two shots of happyone shot of sad
he was a singersome say a sinnerrolling the dicenot always a winneryou said he was luckybut hell, he made his ownnot part of the crowdnot feeling alone
under pressurebut not bent out of shapesurrounded, he always found an escapeit drove him to drinkbut hey, that’s not all badtwo shots of happyone shot of sad
yes he was greedy all of his lifegreedy with his children, his lovers, his wifegreedy for the good things, as well as the badtwo shots of happyone shot of sad
well maybe it was talksaloon singingthe chairs are all stackedand the swingers stopped swingingyou said he hurt youyou put the finger on yourselfand after you did ityou ran crying for his help
two shots of happyone shot of sadhe’s not complainingbaby he’s gladyou call it compromisewell, what’s that?two shots of happyone shot of sad
two shots of happyand one shot of sad