The Good Times Are Killing Me Lyrics - Good News For People Who Love Bad News - Modest Mouse

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 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 

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