David W. Young - Good Spreads Good Lyrics

I don't need to be pretty anymore. Just nice
Nice.. is good
Ask a man with one leg
Is he happy, is he sad?
Is the day you let him down
The worst he had?
And why does he never seem mad?
Ask him and he'll tell you so
The only thing we'll ever know is that
Good spreads good, bad spreads bad
What's the point being mad?
When mad is all there is today
I know you understand
And accidents aren't planned
Accidents?
Beneath all that ambition, I see the good in you
And you would never have done that to yourself on purpose
Ask a man with one leg
Can he help you when you're low?
Can he say the words to soften
Any blow?
And how can a man like that know?
Just when nothing is much fun
The answer is in every one
Because
Good spreads good, bad spreads bad
What's the point being mad?
When mad is all there is today
I know you understand
Yes, I know you understand
Because you only have one hand
Martin has asked that I don't fire you. So I won't
Mr Weathering, I am truly sorry
Good spreads good, spreads good