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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.
― happy fun ball (kenan), Sunday, 24 April 2005 20:00 (nineteen years ago) link
Of all the words that I've spoken
And lies that I've told
Of all the hearts left broken
Begged for, bought, and sold
Lord I'm feeling lonely
Feel like I can't go on
The streets have all grown cold now
The mysteries all gone
She's all gone
She's all gone, gone, gone
All gone now
She's all...
Well I ain't getting any younger
Can't you see it in my eyes
She sweet has turned to sour
I think it's time for me to fly
Well my vices have turned to habits
And my habits have turned to stone
The lies chipped away at my smile now baby
While the truth ate me down to the bone
One more step and I swear
I'll be over the edge
I've gotta stop living at a pace that kills
Before I wake up dead
Good times, bad times
How life loves a tragedy
Heartbreaks, heartaches
How life loves a tragedy
The nights I spent in danger
With strangers I thought were friends
Only to wake in anger
For some pleasure they swore they'd send
I think it's time I move on
Like a rolling stone
Cause I got all the broken dreams I can buy
It's time to sell the ones I stole
Well I paid the price
For every thrill I got
Those thrills are all long gone baby
But I'm still paying for them like it or not
I think it's time I move on like a rolling stone
Cause I got all the broken dreams I can buy
It's time to sell the ones I stole
― jel -- (jel), Monday, 25 April 2005 15:53 (nineteen years ago) link