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You gotta take the highs with the lowsSometimes its just how it goesAnd when your down to nothing at all its always predictablePostpone your broken dreamsWhile flippin through the pages of a magazineYou gotta take the highs with the lowsPreacher mcgrath was always eager to askWhy his mother rubbed her hands beneath his pants at massAnd if he missed a prayer he best beware her wrathCaz moms would whip his***to keep him on the pathTo the son and the father plus the holy ghostRun for cover or she bust his noseBehind closed doors he dressed in hookers clothesAnd shoot *** on his catechism, listen closeOne day he got married to a bird named peresphoneWho died giving birth to his only child stephanieWhose destiny was flawed, undeservedBecause god made her father a filthy pervYou gotta take the highs with the lowsSometimes its just how it goesAnd when your down to nothing at all its always predictablePostpone your broken dreamsWhile flippin through the pages of a magazineYou gotta take the highs with the lowsLittle steph used to be so innocentNow she never slept, from all the crystal methHer papa was a preacher so she knew the good bookAnd when he tucked her into bed, he fondled the nookBut baby look goof in the honda accordWith the chest pressed up against the dashboardA pocket full of cash and a bottle of coorsRev the throttle hit the gas and nash on the floorToward the end of the night steph would go to scoreAnd when the dealer dished it out she hit him up for moreA bag of skittle for the baby while steph gets crazyFrom a shot to the neck hot we and hazyLady of the eve maybe shed be in better healthIf her father learned to keep his hands to himselfYou gotta take the highs with the lowsSometimes its just how it goesAnd when your down to nothing at all its always predictablePostpone your broken dreamsWhile flippin through the pages of a magazineYou gotta take the highs with the lowsNorm was born to stephanie in '73He became a therapist real swift with the ladiesAs a baby he was brought to cop with momsHe got his face filled with candy while she marked her armsA long shot from the start but the kid was smartHe would hit the books while the other hit the yardHe started breaking hearts back in junior highCaz norm could stop em dead in their tracks with his eyesFriecely piercing past their thighs and into the stars hello goodbyeCollege was a breeze got a's and b'sAnd never missed a single partyHe opened up his practice in the deep deep southAnd helped damaged debuatantes ease their woes on his couchYou gotta take the highs with the lowsSometimes its just how it goesAnd when your down to nothing at all its always predictablePostpone your broken dreamsWhile flippin through the pages of a magazineYou gotta take the highs with the lows
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