The Good Times Are Killing Me
"The Good Times Are Killing Me" is a Modest Mouse song from the 2004 album, Good News for People Who Love Bad News. "The Good Times Are Killing Me" was originally going to be released as the normal mix, but instead Modest Mouse added the version mixed by The Flaming Lips. The Lips are credited with providing the mixing and additional instrumentation on the song. They have never covered it on their own.
Original Version
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 ain't wrong, 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
The good times are killing me, here we go
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
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.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
I guess the good times ain't wrong, just killing me
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