U2 - Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad

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 alone

under pressure

but not bent out of shape

surrounded, he always found an escape

it drove him to drink

but hey, that’s not all bad

two shots of happy

one shot of sad

yes he was greedy all of his life

greedy with his children, his lovers, his wife

greedy for the good things, as well as the bad

two shots of happy

one shot of sad

well maybe it was talk

saloon singing

the chairs are all stacked

and the swingers stopped swinging

you said he hurt you

you put the finger on yourself

and after you did it

you ran crying for his help

two shots of happy

one shot of sad

he’s not complaining

baby he’s glad

you call it compromise

well, what’s that?

two shots of happy

one shot of sad

two shots of happy

and one shot of sad