High and the Lows

[Chorus: Katy Perry] You gotta take the highs with the lows Sometimes it's just how it goes And when you're down to nothing at all It's always predictable Postpone your broken dreams While flipping through the pages of a magazine You gotta take the highs with the lows [Verse 1: Mickey Avalon] Preacher McGrath was always eager to ask Why his mother rubbed her hands beneath his pants at mass And if he missed a prayer he best beware her wrath 'Cause moms would whip his ass to keep him on the path To the son and the father plus the holy ghost Run for cover or she bust his nose Behind closed doors he dressed in hooker's clothes And shoot [?] on his catechism, listen close One day he got married to a bird named Persephone Who died giving birth to his only child Stephanie Whose destiny was flawed, undeserved Because God made her father a filthy perv [Chorus: Katy Perry] You gotta take the highs with the lows Sometimes it's just how it goes And when you're down to nothing at all It's always predictable Postpone your broken dreams While flipping through the pages of a magazine You gotta take the highs with the lows [Verse 2: Mickey Avalon] Little Steph used to be so innocent Now she never slept from all the crystal meth Her papa was a preacher so she knew the good book And when he tucked her into bed, he fondled the nook But baby look good in the Honda Accord With the chest pressed up against the dashboard A pocket full of cash and a bottle of coors Rev the throttle, hit the gas and nash on the floor Toward the end of the night Steph would go to score And when the dealer dished it out she hit him up for more A bag of skittle for the baby while Steph gets crazy From a shot to the neck, hot, wet and hazy Lady of the Eve maybe she'd be in better health If her father learned to keep his hands to himself [Chorus: Katy Perry] You gotta take the highs with the lows Sometimes it's just how it goes And when you're down to nothing at all It's always predictable Postpone your broken dreams While flipping through the pages of a magazine You gotta take the highs with the lows [Verse 3: Mickey Avalon] Norm was born to Stephanie in '73 He became a therapist, real swift with the ladies As a baby he was brought to cop with moms He got his face filled with candy while she marked her arms A long shot from the start, but the kid was smart He would hit the books while the others hit the yard He started breaking hearts back in Junior High 'Cause Norm could stop 'em dead in their tracks with his eyes Fiercely piercing past their thighs and into the stars Hello, goodbye College was a breeze, got As and Bs And never even missed a single party He opened up his practice in the deep, deep South And helped damaged debutantes ease their woes on his couch [Chorus: Katy Perry] You gotta take the highs with the lows Sometimes it's just how it goes And when you're down to nothing at all It's always predictable Postpone your broken dreams While flipping through the pages of a magazine You gotta take the highs with the lows