When joy and sorrow of this life, they get too much to take
Come we'll walk the leafy roads and lie beside a lake... yeah!
Come let's find a fault or two in every single thing
What's not written in white or gold is not the stuff to sing
When pearly gates of preach and hate tell you thou shan't pass
That's when you go pour more booze and I go mow some grass
Find an edge to sit upon, smoke up and go down
Come let's make the most of it when God is out of town