Livin' it Up on Top

And on the road to Hell, there was a lot of waiting (Mmm, waiting)

Everybody waiting on a train (Mmm, waiting on a lady with a)

Waiting on a train to bring that lady (Mmm, lady)

With the suitcase back again

She's never early, always late (Waiting, waiting)

These days she never stays for long

But good things come to those who wait

Here she comes!

Well it's like he said, I'm an outdoor girl

And you're late again

Married to the king of the Underworld

She forgot a little thing called spring

Are you wondering where I've been? (Where you been?)

I'm wondering

Been to Hell, and back again

But like my mama always said

Brother, when you're down, you're down

But when you're up, you're up

If you ain't six feet underground, you're living it up on top

Let's not talk about hard times

Pour the wine, it's summertime

'Cause right now we're livin' it (How are we livin' it?)

Livin' it, livin' it up

Oh brother, right here we're livin' it (Where are we livin' it?)

Livin' it up on top

Who makes the summer sun shine bright?

That's right, Persephone

Who makes the fruit of the vine get ripe?

That's me! (Persephone)

Who makes the flowers bloom again, in spite of a man? (You do)

Who's doing the best she can?

Persephone, that's who

Now some may say the weather ain't the way it used to be

But let me tell you something that my mama said to me

You take what you can get, and you make the most of it

So right now we're livin' it (How are we livin' it?)

Livin' it, livin' it up

Oh brother, right here we're livin' it (Where are we livin' it?)

Livin' it up on top

It was summertime on the road to Hell

There was a girl who had always run away

You might say that it was in spite of herself

That this young girl decided to stay

There was a poor boy with a lyre

Who says times are hard?

The flowers bloomed, the fruit got ripe

And brother, for a moment there

Anybody want a drink?

The world came back to life!

Up on top, we ain't got much

But we're livin' it, livin' it up

Just enough to fill our cups

Livin' it up on top

Brother, pass that bottle around

'Cause we're livin' it, livin' it up

Let the poet bless this round

To the patroness of all of this, Persephone (Hear, hear)

Who has finally returned to us with wine enough to share

Asking nothing in return except that we should live

And learn to live as brothers in this life (There we go)

And to trust she will provide

And if no one takes too much, there will always be enough

She will always fill our cups (I will)

And we will always raise them up

To the world we dream about, and the one we live in now

'Cause right now we're livin' it (How are we livin' it?)

Livin' it, livin' it up

Brother, right here we're livin' it (Where are we livin' it?)

Listen here, I'll tell you where we're livin' it up on top (Up on top!)

Livin' it up and we ain't gonna stop

Livin' it, livin' it (Livin' it, livin' it)

How are we livin' it? (Where are we livin' it?)

Livin' it, livin' it

Livin' it, livin' it

Livin' it up on top!