Mickey Avalon, Katy Perry - High and the Lows lyrics

You gotta take the highs with the lows
Sometimes it's just how it goes
And when you're down to nothing at all
It's always predictable
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 mother rubbed her hands
Beneath his pants at mass
And if he missed a prayer
He best beware her wrath
'Cause moms would whip his ass to
Keep him on the path
To the son and the father plus the holy ghost
Run for cover or she bust his nose
Behind closed doors he dressed
In hooker's clothes
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
It's always predictable
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
A 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
A bag of skittle 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
It's always predictable
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 cop with moms
He got his face filled with candy
While she marked her arms
A 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 'em dead in
Their tracks with his eyes
Fiercely piercing past their thighs
And into the stars hello, goodbye
College was a breeze, got As and Bs
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
It's always predictable
Postpone your broken dreams
While flipping through the pages
Of a magazine
You gotta take the highs with the lows