The Good Times Are Killing Me
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Lyrics for The Good Times Are Killing Me by Modest Mouse
Songwriters: Gallucci, Dann; Judy, Eric; Brock, Isaac
The good times are killing me
Need more sleep than Coke or Methamphetamines
Fed up with all that LSD
The good times are killing me
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug
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
I guess the good times they were all just killing me
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
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
Kick butt, buzz-cut, dickheads, who didn't like what I said
Shit-kicker, city slickers, who all wanted me dead
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
Have one, have twenty more "One mores" and oh it does not relent
Have one, have twenty more "One mores" and oh it does not relent
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know
And oh what can I say?
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement

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