She was a faker, I was a fool
I tried to make her, I broke the rule
And over coffee the morning next
I learned the reckless have regrets
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life lays me down down
But my God was still coming
around around
He was a salesman, I was a fool
He had retirement, I had a stool
And over bourbon and a coca cola
I fought the bad guy and I kept my soul
Life lays me down
Life lays me down
Life can lay me down down
But my God was still coming
around around around around around
And it's a full house flush
With a bass and a brush
And a subtle soft shade of the cheekbone blade
And the world turns around
The sun that is found to be casually gunning
For life overrunning in heels
He squeals and reveals
God don't cut deals