The Good Life (Jace Everett)

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