It’s more like a jar of jalapenos.

Well it seems like more and more were being stifled.

All them colorful words I once used are wrong

So before we lose our free speech and our rifles

Allow me to elaborate in this song

Life ain’t like a bowl of cherries,

There’s too little laughter and too much sorrow.

It’s more like a jar of jalapenos,

Because what you do and say today, It don’t go away and stay

It‘ll just come back and burn your ass tomorrow.

I’ve heard them politicians’ empty promises.

All their views just put mine to the test

They put me down for thinking bout girls and singing bout Jesus

Hey I’m just a heterosexual white boy Methodist

Life ain’t like a bowl of cherries,

There’s too little laughter and too much sorrow.

It’s more like a jar of jalapenos,

Because what you do and say today, It don’t go away and stay.

It‘ll just come back and burn your ass tomorrow

Now there’s a complicated question

on the world’s most brilliant minds.

It’s being asked by everybody from Obama, to Glenn Beck.

They all want to know why there’s a warning,

on them little blue pills

When there ain’t no such thing as being too direct,

Oh, what the heck.

Life ain’t like a bowl of cherries,

There’s too little laughter and too much sorrow.

It’s more like a jar of jalapenos.

Because what you do and say today, It don’t go away and stay

It‘ll just come back and burn your ass tomorrow.

Because what you do and say today, It don’t go away and stay

It‘ll just come back and burn your ass tomorrow.