The Good Times Are Killing Me - MODEST MOUSE

MODEST MOUSE - The Good Times Are Killing Me



Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004)





The good times are killing me.

Here we go!



Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.

Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?

Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.



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 clenched 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 with all that LSD.

Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.

Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.

I guess the good times they were all just killing me.



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.

Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.

The good times are killing me.



Get sucked in and stuck in late nights

with more folks that I don't know.

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.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.

SOURIS MODESTE - Les bons moments me tuent



Album: Bonne nouvelle pour ceux qui aiment les mauvaises nouvelles (2004)





Les bons moments me tuent.

C'est parti!



Vous avez de la saleté, de l'air, de l'eau et je sais que vous pouvez continuer.

Éliminez la fausse excitation à courte vue et oh que puis-je dire?

En avoir un, avoir vingt autres "un m?urs" et oh ça ne cède pas.



Les bons moments me tuent.



Coups de bite coup de pied coup de pied

qui n'a pas aimé ce que j'ai dit.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les mâchoires serrées, nous avons parlé toute la nuit,

oh mais qu'est-ce qu'on a dit?

Les bons moments me tuent.



Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.



Marre de tout ce LSD.

Besoin de plus de sommeil que de coke ou de méthamphétamines.

Tard dans la nuit avec un whisky chaud et chaud.

Je suppose que les bons moments ils me tuaient tous.



Vous avez de la saleté, de l'air, de l'eau et je sais que vous pouvez continuer.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Assez de poils du chien pour me faire un tapis entier.

Les bons moments me tuent.

En avoir un, avoir vingt autres "un m?urs" et oh ça ne cède pas.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Des slickers de la ville qui me voulaient tous morts.

Les bons moments me tuent.



Se faire sucer et coincer tard le soir

avec plus de gens que je ne connais pas.

Les bons moments me tuent.



Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.

Les bons moments me tuent.