Good Times
Mouse and the Traps Lyrics
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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.
The song "Good Times" by Mouse and the Traps is about the dark side of having too much fun. The opening line "The good times are killing me" sets the tone for the rest of the song. The first verse talks about how the singer has everything they need - dirt, air, and water - and they can keep going, but they need to avoid succumbing to short-sighted pleasures. The following lines suggest that the singer has succumbed to these pleasures and is caught in a vicious cycle of constantly seeking instant gratification.
In the second verse, the singer confronts people who did not like what they said. Instead of backing down, they challenge the opposition. However, the singer is not sure what they talked about due to having talked all night with clenched jaws. The third verse talks about the cost of partying too much. The singer is fed up with drugs like LSD and needs sleep more than cocaine or methamphetamines. The late nights filled with whiskey have taken their toll. Finally, the singer is surrounded by people they don't know and has lost themselves in the "good times".
The song's message is that while having a good time is enjoyable, it can be harmful in excess. By continually seeking instant gratification, people can lose themselves and become alienated from their surroundings. The lyrics suggest that people need to be responsible and mindful not to let the good times take over their lives.
Line by Line Meaning
The good times are killing me.
The excessive indulgence in enjoyable activities is causing harm to me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
I have all the basic resources necessary for life and I believe you can survive without indulging in excess.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Do not succumb to temporary, misguided thrills and what else can I tell you about it?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
Indulging in excess does not diminish its appeal and only intensifies the desire.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
Assertive, aggressive people who do not agree with me.
Who didn't like what I said.
Individuals who did not agree with my opinion.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
We had an intense conversation for an extended period of time.
Oh but what the hell did we say?
Despite talking for a long time, we did not make much progress in communicating effectively.
Fed up with all that LSD.
I am tired of using LSD as a means of recreation.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
I require a lot of rest more than the stimulants coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I often drink whiskey late into the night.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
The pleasurable experiences were taking a toll on my well-being in the end.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
I drank enough alcohol the next day to ease my hangover.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
I encountered hostile individuals who had a disdain for me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
I often found myself indulging in late-night activities.
With more folks that I don't know.
I spent time with people I was not familiar with.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DANN GALLUCCI, ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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