There Must Be A Better Way

Paycheck came this evening, it's Friday afternoon

This bottle Lord will last until at least tomorrow noon

The children watch and wonder as he sips his life away

I'm here to ask you people

Ain't there a better way

Mother is a member of the local PTA

Place bridge and drinks martinis with the girls on Saturday

A little nip for breakfast gets Mama on her way

I'm here to tell you people

That there must be a better way

They rush home every Sunday right after Sunday School

Just enough to teach the kids about the golden rule

As they rush home to the bottle you can hear the children say

Oh Lord, oh Lord up in Heaven

Won't you show me a better

Got to be a better

There must be a better way