Sometimes You Get the Bear (And Sometimes the Bear Gets You)

Back in the day when we were young
We thought we knew how the song was sung
We'd cuss and curse, jump and shout
Talking tough, never showing doubt
But we didn't really have too much clout
We were living on the lower rungs

Some years later we became young men
A bunch of roosters looking for the hens
Hunting around, planting seeds
Every few years another mouth to feed
workin' 9 to 5, 7 days a week
Anything to fill our cups

Truth or dare
Vice or virtue
Sometimes you get the bear
And sometimes the bear gets you

Before we know it, we all grow old
A little more humble, a little less bold
Chrome begins to rust, got a few more dents
Always complaining bout the weather and the government
Looking at the world through a broken lens
Always running hot or cold

Truth or dare
Vice or virtue
Sometimes you get the bear
And sometimes the bear gets you

Made it to heaven by the skin of my teeth
I'm walking on air, there ain't nothing I need
It's all peace and love and kumbaya
Cognac, Cuban cigars and caviar
No commitments or responsibilities
I'm just strumming on an old guitar

Truth or dare
Vice or virtue
Sometimes you get the bear
Sometimes the bear gets you