Smile Now, Cry Later

The Voodoo lady must've put a spell on me I'm not the same as I used to be And no regrets, just lack of mem'ries And always sleeping with the enemy There's no luck in Nevada Just misfortune and misery Hiding behind Elvis Presley The devil sits there waiting for me I wake up at the Happy Hour With all the miserable souls like me To soak my thoughts of poverty Hiding pain with shots of cheap whiskey Cut-out pictures on my concrete walls Tell the story what I've left behind Teardrops tattooed under my eyes Prove that even locos cry Smile now Cry later Smile now Sometimes I see that guy that has it figured out Is he happy with prosperity? Taking no risk, so ordinary Walking the line of conformity Tears of a clown locked in a cage I read the book with missing pages Is it sorrow or frustration That keeps me in this reality? Smile now Cry later Smile now