Smile Now, Cry Later

He Voodoo lady must have put a spell on me
(Because) I'm not the same as I used to be
No regrets, just lack of memories
And always sleeping with the enemy

There's no luck in Nevada
Just misfortune and misery
Hiding behind Elvis Presley
The devil sits there waiting for me

I wake up at the Happy Hour
With all the miserable souls like me
To soak my thoughts of poverty
And hiding pain with shots of cheap whiskey

Cut-out pictures on my concrete walls
Tell the story (of) what I've left behind
Tattoos teardrops under my eyes
Prove that even locos cry

Smile now, cry later
Smile now

Sometimes I see that guy that has it figured out
Is he happy with prosperity?
Taking no risk, so ordinary
Walking the line of conformity

Tears of a clown locked in a cage
I read the book with missing pages
Is it sorrow or frustration
That keeps me in this reality?

Smile now, cry later
Smile now