High And The Lows

You gotta take the highs with the lows 
 Sometimes it's just how it goes 
 And when you're down to nothing at all 
 There's always further to fall 
 Postpone your broken dreams 
 While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
 You gotta take the highs with the lows 

 Preacher McGrath was always eager to ask 
 Why his mother rubbed her hands beneath his pants at mass 
 And if he missed a prayer, he best beware her wrath 
 'Cuz Moms'll whup his [bad word] to keep him on the path 
 To the Son, and the Father plus the Holy Ghost 
 Run for cover or she bust his nose 
 Behind closed doors he dressed in hooker's cloths 
 And shoot **** on his catechism, listen close 
 One day he got married to a bird named Persephone 
 Who died giving birth to his only child, Stephanie 
 Whose destiny was flawed, undeserved 
 Because God made her father a filthy perv 

 You gotta take the highs with the lows 
 Sometimes it's just how it goes 
 And when you're down to nothing at all 
 There's always further to fall 
 Postpone your broken dreams 
 While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
 You gotta take the highs with the lows 

 Little Steph, used to be so innocent 
 Now she never slept, from all the crystal meth 
 Her papa was a preacher so she knew the good book 
 And when he tucked her into bed, he fondled the nook 
 But baby look good in the Honda Accord 
 With the chest pressed up against the dashboard 
 pocket full of cash and a bottle of Coors 
 Rev the throttle, hit the gas, and nash on the floor 
 Toward the end of the night, Steph would go to score 
 And when the dealer dished it out, she hit him up for more 
 bag of skittles for the baby, while Steph gets crazy 
 From a shot to the neck, hot, wet, and hazy 
 Lady of the eve, maybe she'd be in better health 
 If her father learned to keep his hands to himself 

 You gotta take the highs with the lows 
 Sometimes it's just how it goes 
 And when you're down to nothing at all 
 There's always further to fall 
 Postpone your broken dreams 
 While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
 You gotta take the highs with the lows 

 Norm was born to Stephanie in '73 
 He became a therapist, real swift with the ladies 
 As a baby he was brought to ___ with Moms 
 He got his face filled with candy while she marked her arms 
 long shot from the start, but the kid was smart 
 He would hit the books while the others hit the yard 
 He started breaking hearts back in junior high 
 'Cuz Norm could stop 'em dead in their tracks with his eyes 
 Fiercely, piercing, past their thighs 
 And into the stars, hello, goodbye 
 College was breeze, got A's and B's 
 And never even missed a single party 
 He opened up his practice in the deep, deep South 
 And helped damaged debutantes ease their woes on his couch 

 You gotta take the highs with the lows 
 Sometimes it's just how it goes 
 And when you're down to nothing at all 
 There's always further to fall 
 Postpone your broken dreams 
 While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
 You gotta take the highs with the lows