Smile Now, Cry Later
The Voodoo lady must've 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 stis 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
Teardrops tattooed 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 posperity
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.
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