The Good Times Are Killing Me - Live at the Social, Orlando, FL - February 2004

Here we go
Got dirt, got air, got water, and I know you can carry on
The good times are killing me
Shrug off short-sighted false excitement
And oh, what can I say?
The good times are killing me
Have one, have 20 more, one more, and oh, it does not relent

The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me

Kick butt, buzz-cut, dickheads, who didn't like what I said
The good times are killing me
Jaws clenching tight, we talked all night, oh, but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me

The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me

Fed up belong to that LSD
Need more sleep than Cocaine or Methamphetamines
I need more sleep
Oh, God, I need more sleep
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
I guess the good times, well, they were all just killing me, yeah

Got dirt, got air, got water, and I know you can carry on
The good times are killing me
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug
The good times are killing me

One more, one more, one mores oh, and it does not relent
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
Shit-kicker, city slickers who all wanted me dead
The good times are killing me

Get stuck in and fucked up in more late nights
And I just don't know if I can
The good times are killing me

The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy
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