Back when you were down and out Up from your toes And out of your mouth Was that same old song Someone mustʼve done you wrong again Think about the things you did Cigarettes, poems, and idiot kids Theyʼre all famous now But I hope you all learned how to fall These are the happy days These are the ones we made Holy and on display Hold on Shine on Roll on And hold on Run like the devil For all that you lack You canʼt steal what you already have Loosen up that iron jaw Fight to death born Denying the law Of that second hand Now you see the writing and the wall But these are the happy days These are the ones we made Holy and on display Run like the devil For all that you lack You canʼt steal what you already have
