Lyrics Bad Memories - Eat The Gun

Bad Memories

When the shit hit the fanF#
and I was going down
I had to keep keep going and stand my ground
some give up I kept a stiff upper lip
no matter what I had to get a grip
Pre If Death comes knocking at my door C# H
I´d let him in because C#
My life is such a boreH
I´d ask him what he´s got for meC#
«a Pocket full of bad memories"C# H
2x bad memoriesF# C#What happend to the good times H there ain´t no good times
anymore»
Mr. know It all with that stupid scytheF# A H C#
don´t know nothing from nothingE / A
preaching the same old lies
to you really believe
I ´d through my life away?
I bet you don´t come back another day
Pre Sir, would you mind leaving?
I think I´ve had enough
I anin´t no bad boy
Just a diamond in the rough
I mean what´s the problem with you?
I´m so sick of the pain
You putting me through
so close the door and
don´t ever come back
please Mr death cut me some slack
Bad memories x2
What happend to the good times
there ain´t no good times anymore