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