Gluecifer - The Good Times Used To Kill Me Lyrics
In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter daysIn the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunkenhazeKeep on seeing things in the corner of my eyeLike this guy in an old baggy t-shirt, smiling like he grasped somethingthat is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely stillwhile people just walk on byGirl on a bike probably on her way home. Girl in a car talking on herphone. Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her. Bike girl makes asickening sound as she hits the street. People scream. I am on myway home.Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato. Sifting thru hispockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts. Droopyeyes and baggy black jeans It's his first time in OsloPretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes Keepschecking his bedheadhairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful girl.Something about wine and Portugal.Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing aspasmodic dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dumpin my head Take a dump in my head.We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody sthere ornot, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you door what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps ontalking, and we try to cancel it out. But it keeps on going likea droneThe good times used to kill me, now I am good at killing time
