From:
(The good times
Yeah
The good times
The good times are killing me)
The good times are killing me
Here we go
Got dirt, got air, got water
And I know you can carry on
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement
And oh, what can I say
Have one, have twenty more "one mores"
And, oh, it does not relent
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 clenched 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 with all that LSD
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
I guess the good times, they were all just killing me
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
Have one, have twenty more "one mores"
And, oh, it does not relent
The good times are killing me
Shit-kicker city slickers
Who all wanted me dead
The good times are killing me
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
With more folks that I don't know
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
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
Translate to:
(The good times
Yeah
The good times
The good times are killing me)
The good times are killing me
Here we go
Got dirt, got air, got water
And I know you can carry on
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement
And oh, what can I say
Have one, have twenty more "one mores"
And, oh, it does not relent
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 clenched 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 with all that LSD
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
I guess the good times, they were all just killing me
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
Have one, have twenty more "one mores"
And, oh, it does not relent
The good times are killing me
Shit-kicker city slickers
Who all wanted me dead
The good times are killing me
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
With more folks that I don't know
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
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me