The Good Life

She didn't smoke last Tuesday

Didn't even take a sip.

It's Wednesday night, she's bumming butts

And sinking like a ship.

She came to at tagger moon(?)

With orange in her hand

A hundred miles from anywhere

Her pockets full a sins

Living the good life

In the summertime

Flying so high

Living the good life

He ain't so committed(?)

And at least these many years

But all that really kept him safe

Was circumstance and fear

He woke up with a nose bleed

And a pounding in his head

A naked woman twice his age

Lie scattered accross the bed

Living the good life

In the summertime

Flying so high

Living the good life

Eighty thousand dollars

For a new Mercedes Benz

Used to ride the market

Like a vulture on the wind

It's funny how it's cylinders

Don't hardly make no sound

The last he ever heard

Was a garage door going down

Living the good life

In the summertime

Flying so high

Living the good life

Ain't this a good life

In the summertime

We're flying so high

Ain't this a good life