Good Things Lyrics

Can't stop working Stayin' out fucking late Downtown scream on the odds I'm getting laid Before you hit the door There's a twinkle in the bedroom I faught the law And they mother fucking 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 Fucking think at all The band is kickin' The club is filling up with flakes 8ball dealing A dollar 45 for drinks Before you hit the door There's a head banger ?? I got supplies I still cut fucking loose (Chorus X2) Last one standing Nothing at all to drink Close your face My libido's about to break (Chorus X2)