In coming out of the wallow of those deep, dark, repressed places, it's always a good idea to try and regain perspective that any day may be your last chance to believe in your self, be good to yourself, yell, and drink from life's well.
Okay, I guess I'm feeling a little new agey and cheesy. Some of the lyrics have always reminded me of an influence of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet. They're some good words to live by:
When the stranger came to town
All the people watched with wonder
In their tattered clothes
Gathered ‘round and raised their eyes up from the dirt
And the stranger said to them
I have been upon the mountain
I have witnessed forces, like cannons
That could ram you to the ground
Stand up on your feet
'Cause your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
Today may be your
Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well
In the crowd a voice was heard
Should we get them before they get you
Should we strike the first blow
He said no, no, no, you don't understand
The enemy is in your heart
Self-respect robbed by self-pity
Look across the country
All the people with their dreams dead in their hearts
Stand up your feet
'Cause your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
Today may be your
Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well
So drink from the well
Oh yeah
It could be your
Last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life's well
Drink from the well
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