Songs in My Head

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Good Times - Tommy Lee


Put down the magazine and get off the phone
Theres a place I wanna show u and it wont take long
Take a ride
Take a ride
Its lookin like we’re getting there
Over here, comin clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times
Just good times
Take me away
To a place where the good times good times roll
Don’t let me stay
In a place where this hate can steal my soul...
Got myself worked up over nothing today
All the trash is in my head I gotta throw it away
Its alright
Its alright
Its lookin like we’re getting there
Over here, comin clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times
Just good times
Take me away
To a place where the good times good times roll
Don’t let me stay
In a place where this hate can steal my soul
This is it, I’m finally here
And all the blurry lines are clear
And everything that I cant see
Seems to make more sense to me
Why the hell cant I just let it go, let it go, yeah
Take me away (away)
where the good times good times roll (roll)
Don’t let me stay (stay)
where this hate can steal my soul
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll (take me away)
Let the good times roll (take me away)
Let the good times roll