Lyrics Good Times - Mount Salem

Good Times

I don’t want to take my time going to work
I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag
And ten or fifteen girls
What the hell I want to go off in to work for?
Work for what?
Money?
I got all the money in the world
I’m the king, man, I’m running underworld, ey
I decide who does what and where they do that
What am I gonna run around and act like I’m some tiddy bot for somewhere,
some somebody’s else’s money?
I make the money, man
I roll the nickles
The game is mine, I deal the cards
One day I took a walk through the old ghost town
Went to the place where that church had all burnt down
Started home just as night began to fall
Then realized I couldn’t find my way at all
I’ve lost my mind
I’m falling behind
I’ve had enough
But I can’t wake up
My head was dizzy and my vision was not clear
My soul was tired and my ears they couldn’t hear
All of a sudden he appeared out of thin air
«Where did you come from» he just said
Nowhere, nowhere
Next thing I knew I was back here in my bed
He’s never left my head, he’ll haunt me till I’m dead
I’ve lost my mind
I’m falling behind
I’ve had enough
But I can’t wake up
You know sometimes nightmares come true
You know at times the dark finds you
Now look around no one in sight
Don’t wander off into the night