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)