Booth And The Bad Angel Life Gets Better Booth And The Bad Angel (1996) Where'd you steal that song Picked the bones of ancient ones Once they're in your house they stay forever Where'd you learn those moves?
From my anger from the blues They're the only clues to my intention
How do when know your smiles From the dolphin not the crocodile
The porpoise of this sickness Is to get better
I see you shine far away in your new life Looks to me like you got away
Maybe I'll be passing back this way
Don't tell me life gets better don't tell me life gets better
What you have left to sell Now that you moved out of hell Who in England will want to hear you're happy
Only pain is deep The rest is just an american dream You sold your pain a bluesman for a crooner
I see you shine far away in your new life Looks to me like you got away
Maybe I'll be passing back your way Just don't tell me life gets better don't tell me life gets better
Where'd you get that mask
Made it at school in the middle class Something to show for all my parents' money
What have you left to say
Life's too good
Don't talk that way I tell you life's not fair
Ah, but life gets better
Life gets bitter Life gets better Life gets better Life gets better Life gets better