Ugly Truth

A harder background, hard to find

I don't give a little mind

Swallow your pride, swallow your pills

In your house up in the hills

Leave your husband, leave your wife

Keep on running your whole life

Sweep your dirt under the rug

Fix your hurt with a little love

From the cradle to the grave

You will always be a slave

To the quiet darkness

Of your memories

And that's the truth, my friend

The ugly truth, my friend

I got proof, my friend

And that's the truth

Keep your secrets to yourself

Keep your paperbacks up on a shelf

Burn the bridges, burn your friends

Blow them kisses and make amends

Stake the high road but take the low

No one but you and

God will ever know

You might play it off, win or lose

Either way, love, you'll get the blues

From the cradle to the grave

You will always be a slave

To the quiet darkness

Of your memories

And that's the truth, my friend

The ugly truth, my friend

I got proof, my friend

And that's the truth

I got proof, my friend

And that's the truth