Katy: 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 
Sometimes it's just how it goes 
And when you're down to nothing at all 
There's always predictable 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

Mickey Avalon: 
Preacher McGraff was always eager to ask 
Why his [bad word] her hands 
Beneath his pants at mass. 
And if he missed a prayer 
He best beware her wrath 
Cause mom would woop his [bad word] to keep him on the path 
To the son and the father plus the holy ghost 
 [bad word] for cover or she'd bust his nose 
Behind closed doors 
He dressed in hookers clothes. 
And shoot 
To kiss some lips 
Married to a bird named Persephonie 
Who died giving birth to his only child Stephanie 
Whose destiny was thought undeserved 
Because God made her father a filthy perv. 

Katy: 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 
Sometimes it's just how it goes 
And when you're down to nothing at all 
There's always predictable 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

Mickey: 
Little Steph used to be so innocent 
Now she never slept from all the crystal meth 
Her papa was a preacher so she knew the good book 
And when he tucked her into bed he fondled the nook 
But baby looked good in the Honda Accord 
With her chest pressed up against the dashboard 
pocket full of cash and a bottle of Corrs 
Rev the throttle hit the gas and ash on the floor 
Towards the end of the night Steph would go to score 
And when a dealer dished it out she'd hit them up for more 
bag of skittles for the baby while Steph gets crazy 
From a shot to the neck, hot, wet and hazy 
Lady of the Eve, maybe she'd be in better health
If her father learned to keep his hands to himself.

Katy: 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 
Sometimes it's just how it goes 
And when you're down to nothing at all 
There's always predictable 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

Mickey: 
Norm was born to Stephanie in '73 
He became a therapist, real swift with the ladies 
As a baby he was bought to cop with moms 
He got his face filled with candy while she marked her arms 
long shot from the start but the kid was smart 
He would hit the books while the others hit the yard 
He started breaking hearts back in junior high 
Cause Norm could stop them dead in their tracks with his eyes 
Fiercly, piercing, past their thighs and into their souls 
Hello, goodbye. college was a breeze, got A's and B's. 
And he never even missed a single party 
He opened up his practice in the deep deep South 
And helped damanged debutants ease their woes on his couch. 

Katy: 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 
Sometimes it's just how it goes 
And when you're down to nothing at all 
There's always predictable 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows