The Good Times Used To Kill Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Good Times Used To Kill Me |
| 歌手 | Gluecifer |
| 专辑 | Automatic Thrill |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gluecifer | |
| In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days | |
| In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze | |
| I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye | |
| Like this guy in an old baggy t-shirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by | |
| Girl on a bike probably on her way home. | |
| Girl in a car talking on her phone. | |
| Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her. | |
| Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street. | |
| People scream. | |
| I am on my way home. | |
| Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato. | |
| Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts. | |
| Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans | |
| It's his first time in | |
| Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes | |
| Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo 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 a spasmodic dance and screams | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head. | |
| We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out. | |
| But it keeps on going like a drone | |
| The good times used to kill me, now | |
| I am good at killing time |
| zuo qu : Gluecifer | |
| In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days | |
| In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze | |
| I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye | |
| Like this guy in an old baggy tshirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by | |
| Girl on a bike probably on her way home. | |
| Girl in a car talking on her phone. | |
| Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her. | |
| Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street. | |
| People scream. | |
| I am on my way home. | |
| Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato. | |
| Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts. | |
| Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans | |
| It' s his first time in | |
| Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes | |
| Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo 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 a spasmodic dance and screams | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head. | |
| We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out. | |
| But it keeps on going like a drone | |
| The good times used to kill me, now | |
| I am good at killing time |
| zuò qǔ : Gluecifer | |
| In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days | |
| In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken haze | |
| I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye | |
| Like this guy in an old baggy tshirt, smiling like he grasped something that is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still while people just walk on by | |
| Girl on a bike probably on her way home. | |
| Girl in a car talking on her phone. | |
| Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her. | |
| Bike girl makes a sickening sound as she hits the street. | |
| People scream. | |
| I am on my way home. | |
| Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato. | |
| Sifting thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts. | |
| Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans | |
| It' s his first time in | |
| Oslo Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes | |
| Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo 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 a spasmodic dance and screams | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head | |
| Take a dump in my head. | |
| We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on talking, and we try to cancel it out. | |
| But it keeps on going like a drone | |
| The good times used to kill me, now | |
| I am good at killing time |
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