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 further to fall 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

Preacher McGrath 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 
'Cuz Moms'll whup 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 bust his nose 
Behind closed doors he dressed in hooker's cloths 
And shoot **** on his catechism, listen close 
One day he got married to a bird named Persephone 
Who died giving birth to his only child, Stephanie 
Whose destiny was flawed, undeserved 
Because God made her father a filthy perv 

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 further to fall 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

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 look good in the Honda Accord 
With the chest pressed up against the dashboard 
pocket full of cash and a bottle of Coors 
Rev the throttle, hit the gas, and nash on the floor 
Toward the end of the night, Steph would go to score 
And when the dealer dished it out, she hit him 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 

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 further to fall 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows 

Norm was born to Stephanie in '73 
He became a therapist, real swift with the ladies 
As a baby he was brought to ___ 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 
'Cuz Norm could stop 'em dead in their tracks with his eyes 
Fiercely, piercing, past their thighs 
And into the stars, hello, goodbye 
College was breeze, got A's and B's 
And never even missed a single party 
He opened up his practice in the deep, deep South 
And helped damaged debutantes ease their woes on his couch 

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 further to fall 
Postpone your broken dreams 
While flipping through the pages of a magazine 
You gotta take the highs with the lows