Good Things Lyrics

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 twinkle 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 flakes

8ball dealing
A dollar 45 for drinks

Before you hit the door
There's a head banger ??

I got supplies
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)