The Good Times Are Killing Me
Modest Mouse Lyrics


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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 they were all 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.

Overall Meaning

The Modest Mouse song "The Good Times Are Killing Me" is all about the destructive power of excess, whether it be in the form of drugs, alcohol, or just living life in the fast lane. The repetition of the chorus, "The good times are killing me," emphasizes this idea, driving home the point that what may seem fun and exciting in the moment can have serious and lasting consequences.


The lyrics start off on a positive note, with the singer acknowledging the basic necessities of life -- dirt, air, and water -- and the resilience of the human spirit. However, this mood quickly shifts as the singer describes the short-sighted false excitement that comes with excessive drinking and drug use. The repeated phrase "have one, have twenty more 'one mores'" speaks to the addictive nature of these behaviors and the inability to stop once started.


The section about "kick butt buzz-cut dickheads" can be interpreted as the negative backlash the singer experiences as a result of their behavior. While they may think they're having a good time, others may see them as obnoxious or out of control. The line "Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?" suggests that the singer may not even remember the conversations or interactions they had in these states.


The final verse speaks to the toll that these behaviors can take on both the body and the mind. The singer has had enough of the drug culture ("fed up with all that LSD") and recognizes that they need more sleep than they do drugs or alcohol. The line "late nights with warm, warm whiskey" evokes a sense of loneliness and desperation, as if the singer is trying to fill a void with these vices.


Overall, the song is a cautionary tale about the dangers of excess and how what may seem like a good time can lead to serious consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

The good times are killing me.
Having too much fun is causing me harm and may lead to my downfall.


Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Despite the struggles and challenges, I have the necessities for survival and the resilience to continue.


Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
I reject trivial and temporary sources of joy and am left searching for deeper meaning and purpose.


Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
Indulging in excess and addiction only leads to more desire and never-ending pleasure seeking.


Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said.
Encountering and rejecting close-minded and hostile individuals who do not appreciate my opinions or values.


Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
Engaging in meaningless and unproductive conversations with tense and anxious attitudes.


Fed up with all that LSD.
Tired of the temporary and dangerous effects of drugs like LSD, seeking more sustainable forms of happiness.


Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Desiring relaxation and healthy habits over the stimulating and addictive effects of drugs like cocaine and methamphetamines.


Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
Drinking alcohol to numb the pain and escape reality, leading to unhealthy and lonely behavior.


Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
Continuing to drink to cure a hangover, resulting in a vicious cycle of self-destructive behavior.


Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
Facing hostility and rejection from those who perceive themselves as superior or more sophisticated.


Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know.
Becoming involved in superficial and aimless social situations, feeling disconnected and alone.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DANN GALLUCCI, ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK

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@darkbrisco

Modest Mouse is one of the incredibly rare bands that celebrates humanity and people for everything they are and can be. There's no right way through life. We're all just making it up as we go along. Keep faith, keep fighting, and keep on the green side of the dirt for as long as you can because it's all so interesting even when it's nothing else.

@JVlalice--

It sucks to see these comments be the minority. It really makes me question how shallow minded the rest of the people are for real.

@georgi3554

My friend, you have a talent

@CarlTheSpud

Its all about the good times.

@devinsdead921

This is one of the songs you cry to at 3AM after a long day.

@noterart

2:30. Close enough

@viboritz

Or morning in isolation

@Squarmptin

You ok, man?

@jill9700

Hahaha. That's fucked up.

@nawmastay

11:34pm. Close enough

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