The Good Times Are Killing Me - Live at the Social, Orlando, FL - February 2004

Here we go
 Got dirt, got air, got water, and I know you can carry on
 The good times are killing me
 Shrug off short-sighted false excitement
 And oh, what can I say?
 The good times are killing me
 Have one, have 20 more, one more, and oh, it does not relent
 The good times are killing me
 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 belong to that LSD
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 Need more sleep than Cocaine or Methamphetamines
 I need more sleep
 Oh, God, I need more sleep
 Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
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 I guess the good times, well, they were all just killing me, yeah
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 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
 One more, one more, one mores oh, and it does not relent
 The good times are killing me
 The good times are killing me
 
 Shit-kicker, city slickers who all wanted me dead
 The good times are killing me
 Get stuck in and fucked up in more late nights
 And I just don't know if I can
 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