A Sort Of Meaning Of Life

To the tune of Monty Python's The Galaxy Song

If you can handle life
Its tribulations and its strife
I guess you are a better man than me
If you can take the pain
And the stresses and the strain
You are well equipped, it's plain to see
If you can see what's right
Without turning on the light
There's a place for you inside the hall of fame
Won't you kiss and tell
How you do it all so well
Come clean on how to play life's funny game

If you can make 'em smile
Even for a little while
Then mister, I would like you on my side
Some people that I see
Bring only misery
And that's a thing that I cannot abide
There's already too much sad
On this planet to be had
You don't get a rehearsal, after all
If you cannot fill your cup
Then you may as well give up
And wait for Mr. Death to make his call

If you can deal with it
And the accompanying shit
A happy life will be your big reward
No need to be an arse
Or your life may be a farce
And everyone will think you're untoward
Attempt to live each day
In a happy kinda way
I know it's never easy but please try
If you let 'em get you down
You will permanently frown
And you'll only scare the people passing by

Have you ever stopped to wonder
At mans errors and his blunders
Because we make them nearly every single day
Don't try to make it right
Or be overly polite
Say excuse me and then be on your way
If that's what it takes
To cover your mistakes
Then I really rather think you've found your place
For if you can get through life
Without using gun or knife
You'd better take that sad look off your face

Life's a blessing and a curse
But you'll only make it worse
If yours is full of hate and jealous lies
Just take it as it comes
You're better off than some
Why would you live by falsehoods alibis
When all is said and done
An empty shot from smoking gun
Will echo and resound from wall to wall
Although we all face death
Just save your final breath
To say it's better to have lived than not at all