Good for Nothing

I still have bad dreams of my youthful days
In my broken head
Some excuse to find me wherever I went

Good for nothing ain't funny
That's what they said
Good for nothing ain't dummy

Don't stop, stand still
Hold your head up high
Make your mother proud
The truth: You're like a loser
When your heart's defunct

Good for nothing ain't funny
That's what they said
Good for nothing ain't dummy

Sometimes I think about my rope
All broken and lost
Must have been at times
One very good girl
Utter selfishness
Hurting people around him
Must have been at times
One very good girl

I still have bad dreams of my youthful day-ay-ay-ay-ays
In my fucked up head
Some excuse to find me wherever I went

Good for nothing ain't funny
That's what they said
Good for nothing ain't dummy



Credits
Writer(s): Ulysse Cottin, Armand Penicaut
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