Two Ways

Well there's two ways you can go
When you're feelin low.
There's two ways you can do
When you are blue;
You can sit at home and cry,
And eat your poor heart out,
Or you can leave your little room
And step out in the street,
And find the sweet source of your grief,
And push him in the teeth.

There's two ways you can go
When you're feelin low.
There's two ways you can do
When you are blue;
You can lay the blame
On your own poor head
Till your eyes are red
And you wish you were dead,
Or you can go out into the town
And knock that sweet man down.

There's two ways you can go
When you're feelin low.
There's two ways you can do
When you are blue;
You can drink up a bottle
Till your brain is numb,
Then wake up sick
And drink another one.
Or you can find the source of your woe
And lay him low.