What's The Good Of Being Good

Walking in these hallowed hallways Bearded masters on the wall Winning one more shiny medal I can still hear the applause I won it all many times over But I'm still unsatisfied Yes it feels like something's missing If there's no one by my side What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last You're gonna finish last What's the good of being good No loving wife to smile at me No daughter to dote on with pride Til the day I give her away With a teardrop in my eye No clever son to learn my teaching And to try his very best To be grateful for my solace When he cannot pass the test What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last You're gonna finish last What's the good of being good Tell me what's the good of being good When your best friend stabs your back And he lies to the people And drags your good name through the mud Could you Tell me what's the good of being good When your best friend steals your woman And down on a cushion He drags your good name through the mud What's the good of being good When there's no one who will appreciate And so you might as well accept the fact You're gonna finish last You're gonna finish last What's the good of being good What's the good of being good