Things can get so bad I know But things could always be worse There's a blessing tucked inside of each and every curse You could be a selfish fool And somehow not be selfish enough Your glass could be half full But you have already drank way too much
This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas This is life, this is life
Oh, how humor You burst the bubble of all our hidden pain Oh, how humor You clever mother, you're keeping everybody sane
Oh, how laughter You make us bastards feel some kind of joy Like a golden token We find we're not broken, like some cheap little toy
This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas
Time is so fleeting I hope that you're reading everything in between the lines Life can have meaning If you keep dreaming all the way through the days and the nights I saw you cry a little, in the middle of a story you once told You're a thing of beauty and we're all rooting for you not to fold
This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas This is life, this is life, Merry Christmas