He didn't quite take time enough, To let the metal cool. It just might be the blacksmith, With his red hot metal shoes, Searching through the milky way, For one more shot of booze. Buy me a little drink someday, Or better yet, buy me two. And when my eyes get bleary, And I'm feeling pretty good, I'll show you that old chestnut tree, Where the village smithy stood. Life is thought and movement, give and take Life is stop and go, shiver and shake.
Life is good and bad and out of sight.
Life is happiness, success and different fears. Life is coke and grass and dope and booze, Life is win and win and lose and lose. Life is more and more and better yet Life is never, never lose that bet. Life is running, stopping, spin the top Life is speeding, but avoid that cop. Life is seeking, finding, go for broke Life is suffering, pain and tell that joke.