Good Things Lyrics

Good Things

Can't stop working
Stayin' out fucking late
Downtown scream on the
odds
I'm getting laid

Before you hit the door
There's a drinker in
the bedroom

I faught the law
And they mother fucking took me to
jail

(Chorus)

Do you ever think about the good things
From
your using days to the bad dreams
Do you ever think
Do you ever
think
Do you ever
Fucking think at all

The band is kickin'
The
club is filling up with freaks

8ball dealing
A dollar 45 for
drinks

Before you hit the door
There's a head banger stashed with
weed

I got some balls and
I still cut fucking loose

(Chorus
X2)

Last one standing
Nothing at all to drink

Close your
face
My libido's about to break

(Chorus X2)