Testo The Good Times Used to Kill Me - Gluecifer
Testo della canzone The Good Times Used to Kill Me (Gluecifer), tratta dall'album Automatic Thrill
In the long hot summer nights
And in the cold dark winter days
In the clear hours of the 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 the rest of us didn't understand
The way he will stand completely still
While the people just walk on by
The girl on a bike, probably on her way home
The girl in a car talking on the phone
The phone girl does not see the bike girl and hits her
And the bike girl makes a sickening sound
As she hits the street and the people scream
And the sad man is standing slack-jawed in line for a potato
Sifting through his pockets, coming up with
All bus tickets and grocery store receipts
Droopy-eyed and baggy black jeans
It's his first time in Oslo
Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes
Is checking his faded hairdo in the window
While he talks to a beautiful girl
It's something about wine and Portugal
And the wild man is blocking the way of the business man
Doing a spasmodic dance as he screams
"Take a dump in my head! Take a dump in my head!"
We all come home to empty beds
It doesn't matter if anyone's there or not
We all come home to chock-full heads
It doesn't matter what we do or what we got
We all come home to that silent voice that keeps on talking
And we try to cancel it out
But it keeps on going
Keeps on going like a drone
The good times used to kill me
The good times used to kill me
Now I'm good at killing time
Yeah, the good times used to kill me
Now I'm good at killing time
Credits
Writer(s): Arne C. Skagen, Stig Atle Amundsen, Frithjof Jacobsen, Danny Young, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Kare Chr Vestrheim
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