Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think he's no good, well, he knew he was bad
Took him to a place, now he can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
We walked together down a dead end street
Mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don't try to figure out, what we might've had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
He was a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You said he was lucky but hell he made his own
Not part of the crowd, not feeling a...