This Damn Nation - The Godfathers

Well, I don't wanna hear the good side of this goodbye You wanna go, then baby, just leave Don't tell me that, "You still care, that I'll always be special" 'Cause those words don't mean a damn thing I hate that I'm still up, I'm drunk as fuck 4 a.m., writin' this damn song I hate that I'm okay at bein' okay Give it time and I'll soon move on You said, "My life was too fucked up to be with you" But here you go to the bar 'til 2 a.m. I wanna know what he has that I don't Well, I was ready for the real thing No more shame in this life I live, 'cause I would change for you Don't know the hope you gave to me But I guess that I'm okay, just need some cocaine And a bottle it'll float my mind And take a trip to another world where you would be mine Well, I don't wanna hear the good side of this goodbye You wanna go, then baby, just leave Don't tell me that, "You still care, that I'll always be special" 'Cause those words don't mean a damn thing I hate that I'm still up, I'm drunk as fuck 4 a.m., writin' this damn song I hate that I'm okay at bein' okay Give it time and I'll soon move on I found a couple of your long hairs in the passenger seat Where you looked over, smiled at me Guess, "A picture ain't worth as many words" as they say And don't tell me that, "It's okay", I'll find my own way Don't need your excuse to ease my pain Guess it's just time for me to work on me Well, I don't wanna hear the good side, there ain't no good side You ain't never gonna see what I see Don't tell me that, "You still care, that I'll always be special" 'Cause those words don't mean a damn thing I hate that I'm still up, I'm drunk as fuck 4 a.m., writin' this damn song I hate that I'm okay at bein' okay Give it time and I'll soon move on Give it time and I'll soon move on

Been turned around till I'm upside down Been all at sea until I've drowned And I've felt torture, I've felt pain Just like that film with Michael Caine I've been abused and I've been confused And I've kissed Margaret Thatcher's shoes And I been high and I been low And I don't know where to go Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death And heroin was the love you gave From the cradle to the grave Boys and girls don't understand The devil makes work for idle hands I cut myself but I don't bleed 'Cause I don't get what I need Doesn't matter what I say Tomorrow's still another day Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death Yeah, I've been high and I've been low And I don't know where to go I'm living on the never, never, never This time it's gonna be forever I'll live and die don't ask me why I wanna go to paradise And I don't need your sympathy There's nothing in this world for me Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death Birth, school, work, death