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