U2 - Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad lyrics
[U2 - Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad lyrics]
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good
Well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place now you, can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walk together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm just a singer some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell!, I made my own
Not part of the crowd but not feeling alone
Under pressure but not bent out of shape
Surrounded we always found an escape
Drove me to drink but hey thats not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess I've been greedy all of my life
Greedy with my children my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things
As well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe it's just talk saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked
The swingers stopped swinging
You say I hurt you
You put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it
You came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm not complaining baby, I'm glad
You call it compromise well whats that?
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy one shot
Of sad
You think I'm no good
Well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place now you, can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walk together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm just a singer some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell!, I made my own
Not part of the crowd but not feeling alone
Under pressure but not bent out of shape
Surrounded we always found an escape
Drove me to drink but hey thats not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess I've been greedy all of my life
Greedy with my children my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things
As well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe it's just talk saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked
The swingers stopped swinging
You say I hurt you
You put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it
You came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm not complaining baby, I'm glad
You call it compromise well whats that?
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy one shot
Of sad