Yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-yeah yeah
And I wish I knew now what I knew then
Ever since a kid, all I had was music
I was on my own, tryna build a movement
Ain’t bad for a C-grade student
The rent is late, the check is due
The smiles fake, it’s safe to bet the breasts are too
I’m on my way
It’s been months since
I saw your face, I was on
Broadway when you called me to pick me up
Don’t let me down, don’t build me up
Whole damn town’s gonna spit you up
I hope it drops you somewhere near Hollywood
You’ve been chasing your dreams for so long
It basically seem like you’re not awake
You’re stayin’ asleep, make believing you’re almost famous
Dear friends, don’t call or write my phone
I won’t answer you
I ain’t seen family in months, it’s what I had to do
Mr. Friendly really ain’t all there
Just bottles and lines and uncut hair
They don’t make them like they used to [they used to, they used to]
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Yeah, Smack dab in the middle of a bad week
You love the battlefield but can’t stand to be the casualty [damn
It has to be a two way street
All we got in common is how you hate me
And all I really wanted was a little recognition, just a little room to wiggle just a minimal submission
I’d’ve made you mine
I’da changed my whole world tryna change your mind
It ain’t fair only one of us can stay behind
Whiskey on whiskey, my drink is on ice
I keep missing the point you keep paying the price
I keep that little note you wrote when we broke up
Next to other photographs that keep me getting choked up
I’ve been burying my thoughts with my skeletons
This barstool is awkward as hell again
Get in line with the rest that’ve been left behind
It’s quitting time
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
I’ll probably be banking on the lottery
And faking my apology the day they come and slaughter me, honestly
I’m nervous as a preteen
Last big prom date, captain of the B-Team
Must’ve missed the ball game
I never said it’s easy
I just always figured they’d eventually they’d reach me
Please, put me out to pasture
Throw me in some handcuffs
Promise me some laughter and tell me how the band sucks
I’m gettin’ sick about it lookin at the co-pay
The sex part’s cool but the rest of this is so fake
I used to sit around and tell myself someday I’ll get it straight
Now I’m just sitting here just waitin’ to be a kid again
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me [oh yeah
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
Good times are gonna be killer
Good times are gonna be killin’ me
“Hey Mouse, me again. I heard you were looking for first love stories. Uh, I just wanted to tell you to ask your mother. She’ll tell you more. Call you later.”
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Mouse Powell Lyrics – Killer