When all else fails, and you’re forced to run, Stop, turn around, start shoot’n with a gun Laugh a little louder, have a little fun, Walk into the web that the **** spider spun.
In the midst of laugh’n, cry outloud awhile, Then try to dry your eyes and fake it with a smile Hide your hard-earned happiness with a grain of guile, And join the judge and jury in attendance at your trial.
As they announce the verdict, stand there ill at ease, Pretend you’re in a Catholic Church and get down on your knees Be it bread and water, or be it wine and cheese You’re sweatin’ and it’s hot as Hell; the party goers freeze.
Life can be so easy, but we make it awful hard It’s a game of inches; sometimes we miss it by a yard, Play another hand of poker, and get the lucky card Or find the buried treasure in your own back yard. Phil Lindsey 5/5/16