Buckcherry - Good Things Lyrics

Can't stop working
Stayin' out f*cking late
Downtown scream on the odds
I'm getting laid

Before you hit the door
There's a drinker in the bedroom

I fought the law
And they mother f*cking took me to jail

[Chorus]
Do you ever think about the good things
From your using days to the bad dreams
Do you ever think
Do you ever think
Do you ever
F*cking think at all

The band is kickin'
The club is filling up with freaks

8 ball dealing
A dollar 45 for drinks

Before you hit the door
There's a head banger stashed with weed

I got some balls and
I still cut f*cking loose

[Chorus: x2]

Last one standing
Nothing at all to drink

Close your face
My libido's about to break

[Chorus: x2]