The Good Times Used To Kill Me Lyrics - Automatic Thrill - Gluecifer

In the long hot summer nights 

And in 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 

That the rest of us didn't understand 

The way he will stand completely still 

While the people just walk on by 

The girl on a bike, probably on her way home 

The girl in a car talking on her phone 

The phone girl does not see the bike girl and hits her 

And the bike girl makes a sickening sound 

As she hits the street and the people scream 

And the sad man is standing 

Slack jawed in line for potato, sifting through his pockets 

Coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts 

Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans 

It's his first time in Oslo 

A pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes 

Is checking his bed head hairdo in window 

While he talks to beautiful girl 

It's something about the wine and Portugal 

And the wild man is blocking the way 

Of a businessman doing his spasmodic dance 

As he screams, Take a dump in my head 

Take a dump in my head 

We all come home to empty beds 

It doesn't matter if anyone's there or not 

And we all come home to chock full heads 

It doesn't matter what we do or what we got 

We all come home to that silent voice 

That keeps on talking 

And we try to cancel it out 

But it keeps on going 

Keeps on going like a drone 

The good times used to kill me 

The good times used to kill me 

But now I am good at killing time 

Yeah, the good times used to kill me 

Now I am good at killing time