Lyrics Good Day - The Films

Good Day

It’s been a circus of a weekend
And I can barely make my knees bend
And I feel like a rat or something dirtier than that
And hangin' out with my diseased friends
And now I’m dyin' for a pain kill
And I’m a sucker for a cheap thrill
So I go cash my check and throw out my self-respect
And find the doctor with a sweet deal
And it only takes a second to forget my name
Shake it, shake it, shoot it up, turn it over, do it again
But it’s turning out to be a good day anyway
And it’s like a strange glossed over holiday
Well it’s an unsolvable problem
Of an immeasurable volume
With a weight on my chest like an ammunition vest
'bout to go off and blow us all up
And it only takes a second to forget my name
Shake it, shake it, shoot it up, turn it over, do it again
And it’s turning out to be a good day anyway
And it’s like a strange glossed over holiday
Take a breath, let it crawl through your skin
Just lay back, close your eyes, let it in
Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway
Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway
Well it’s turning out to be a good day
Well it’s turning out to be a good day
Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway