The Good Times Used To Kill Me Lyrics

	作曲 : Gluecifer
	In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days
	In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze
	I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye
	Like this guy in an old baggy t-shirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by
	Girl on a bike probably on her way home.
	Girl in a car talking on her phone.
	Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her.
	Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street.
	People scream.
	I am on my way home.
	Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato.
	Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts.
	Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans
	It's his first time in
	Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes
	Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful girl.
	Something about wine and
	Portugal.
	Wild man blocking the way of a businessman
	Doing a spasmodic dance and screams
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head.
	We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out.
	But it keeps on going like a drone
	The good times used to kill me, now
	I am good at killing time

	zuo qu : Gluecifer
	In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days
	In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze
	I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye
	Like this guy in an old baggy tshirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by
	Girl on a bike probably on her way home.
	Girl in a car talking on her phone.
	Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her.
	Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street.
	People scream.
	I am on my way home.
	Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato.
	Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts.
	Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans
	It' s his first time in
	Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes
	Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful girl.
	Something about wine and
	Portugal.
	Wild man blocking the way of a businessman
	Doing a spasmodic dance and screams
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head.
	We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out.
	But it keeps on going like a drone
	The good times used to kill me, now
	I am good at killing time

	zuò qǔ : Gluecifer
	In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days
	In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze
	I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye
	Like this guy in an old baggy tshirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by
	Girl on a bike probably on her way home.
	Girl in a car talking on her phone.
	Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her.
	Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street.
	People scream.
	I am on my way home.
	Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato.
	Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts.
	Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans
	It' s his first time in
	Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes
	Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful girl.
	Something about wine and
	Portugal.
	Wild man blocking the way of a businessman
	Doing a spasmodic dance and screams
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head
	Take a dump in my head.
	We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out.
	But it keeps on going like a drone
	The good times used to kill me, now
	I am good at killing time

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