Boy, You got the guns and you got the knives And you got the bombs and you got the wives And you got the life your old dad Always said you would have
So why are you sad? Why are you sad?
Girl, You got the love and you got the hubby And you got the children in their beds And you got a photo of it all Framed right by your head
So why’s it a mess? Why’s it a mess?
So sit down and pour yourself another And then go home and wash it all off And then sit alone See if this is where you’re going
Kid, You got the arts but you got the smarts And you got your friends Then you got your mom and you got your dad And you must always, always, always, always, always Do what they said
Even when you’re dead Even when you’re dead
So sit down and pour yourself another And then go home and wash it all off And then sit alone See if this is where you’re going
And then damn you and all you didn’t do And then damn you and all you didn’t do
Til you sit down and pour yourself another And then sit down and pour yourself another And then pour yourself another And then pour yourself another And then pour yourself another
Til you sit down and pour yourself just one last one And then go home and wash it all off And then sit alone See if this is where you’re going