Love

Love...
Is an ugly thing
Love...
Ties you by the noose
and doesn't cut the string

But I promise you my friend there is hope
There is more to life, than you and I would ever know
One day she'll be standing there in your favorite dress
Just go up to her, grow some balls, and start to ask

"Hey baby how are you doing?
Could I offer you a drink?"
She'll say,
"No thanks, but could you bum me smoke?
I need to get the fuck out of here."

That shit will happen
But these four chords can cheer you up
If it doesn't drink till you pass out
And wake up on a strangers floor

But I promise you my friend there is hope
There is more to life, than you and I would ever know
One day she'll be standing there in front of you
Listening to your music, now let me tell you what to do

Tell her that you're in a band
Chicks tend to eat that shit up
Hold her close and interlock your hands
Kiss her on the lips and tell her about love

I promised you my friend that there was hope
Now you stand before me, with more than I will ever know
She's up on the alter, waiting for you
Awaiting the moment when she can say I do