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Modest Mouse — The Good Times Are Killing Me
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Avg rating:
6.3

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Total ratings: 22








Released: 2004
Length: 4:14
Plays (last 30 days): 0
(The good times
Yes
Release 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 kickers, city slickers who all wanted me dead
The good times are killing me

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folk 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)
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 Gregorama wrote:
Ack. Ack.
 
Bill the Cat lives! :)

 GINRUSH wrote:

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.
  Can't grumble about the lyrics, but that voice is so painful to listen to, it really is. Thanks for posting the lyrics as it gives me some respect for the writer, but I would prefer a cover version by someone who can actually carry a tune. 3 from the Nottingham jury.


Rating 7.4, you must be kidding{#Arghhh}

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.


It's nice to hear some of their other songs.  I appreciate the variety.
Ack. Ack.