The Good Times Are Killing Me

Yeah dah dah dah dah… Is there an ashtray in here?
-Can we smoke in here?
-Yeah, Eric said it was in his pockets
The good times… (Yeah!)
Who needs 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
Shrugged 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
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me