Films, The
Good Day
It's been a circus of a weekend
and I can barely make my knees bend
And I feel like a rat or something dirtier than that
And hangin' out with my diseased friends
now I'm dying for a pain kill
and I'm a sucker for a cheap thrill
So I go cash my check and throw out my self respect
and find the doctor with the sweet deal
and it only takes a second to forget my name
shake it shake it shoot it up turn it over do it again
and it's turning out to be a good day anyway
Letras de cancioneslike a strange glossed over holiday
well it's an unsolvable problem of an immeasurable volume
with a weight on my chest like an ammunition vest
'bout to go of and blow us all up
take a breath let it crawl through your skin
just lay back close your eyes let it in
From Letras Mania