The Good Times

One thing that I've learned
From all the years I’ve spent on earth
Is it ain't like they show it on TV
Every fight don't end in glory
Ain’t a moral to every story
There ain't no script to follow for you or me

We're all just frogs that crawled out the muck
With old brains that tell us to drink and fuck
And new books to tell us that that shit ain't right
So just keep doing what you like best
Don't you listen to none of the rest
And raise your glass to those who keep up the good fight

And we'll keep up the good times
I know they won't mind
They can't be saints if the rest of us don’t sin
They might look down their noses at us now
Just have pity on them for they know not what they’re missin'

They like to spend all their time
Keeping track of all the wrong and rights
Waiting for that carrot when they die
Man they’ll sure be pissed
About all the fun they missed
When they realize there ain't no party up in the sky