Gluecifer The Good Times Used To Kill Me Lyrics

In the long hot summer nights
and 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
that the rest of us didn't understand,
the way he will stand completely still while the people just walk on by

Girl on a bike
probably on her way home
Girl in a car
talking on her 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 thru his pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts.
Droopy eyes and baggy black jeans
It's his first time in Oslo

Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes
Keeps checking his bedhead hairdo in the windows while he chats to a beautiful girl.
Something about wine and Portugal.

and the Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing a
spasmodic dance and screams
Take a dump in my head
Take a dump in my head.

We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anyones there or not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do
or what you got we all come home to the 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, now I am good at killing time