A fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands Good news
and I'll tell you what you missed When the ocean met the sky You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye When the earth folded on itself And said "Good luck, for
true That the clouds hung around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral We were laughing at the stars While our feet clung tight to the ground So pleased with ourselves for
good news for people who love bad news We are hummingbirds who lost the plot and we will not move We have good news for anyone who loves bad news We
blank expressions Trying to look interesting Blame it all on me 'Cuz God I need a cold one now All them eager actors gladly taking credit For the lines created by the people
All those people that you know All those people that you know All those people that you know Floatin' in the river are logs I could buy myself a reason
you understand? The days get shorter and the nights get cold I like the autumn but this place is getting old I pack up my belongings and I head for the
We have one chance One chance to get everything right We have one chance, one chance And if we're lucky we might My friends, my habits, my family, they
to say Dance all, dance hall every day I'm gonna dance all, dance hall every day I'm gonna dance all, dance hall every day I'm gonna angle for telepathy
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
Bukowski And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole? God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be
see beauty again Well, as life gets longer, awful feels softer And it feels pretty soft to me For every good deed done there is a crime committed We are fixed For
You were laying on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" Yeah right now, but not that often Are you
well Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands Good news
understand? The days get shorter and the nights get cold. I like the autumn but this place is getting old. I pack up my belongings and I head for
good news for people who love bad news. We are hummingbirds who've lost the plot and we will not move. We have good news for anyone who loves bad news
. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole? God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such
: All those people that you know. All those people that you know. All those people that you know, floatin' in the river are logs. I could buy myself