Good Day - The Films

It’s been a circus of a weekend

And I can barely make my knees bend

And I feel like a rat or something dirtier than that

And hangin' out with my diseased friends

And now I’m dyin' for a pain kill

And I’m a sucker for a cheap thrill

So I go cash my check and throw out my self-respect

And find the doctor with a sweet deal

And it only takes a second to forget my name

Shake it, shake it, shoot it up, turn it over, do it again

But it’s turning out to be a good day anyway

And it’s like a strange glossed over holiday

Well it’s an unsolvable problem

Of an immeasurable volume

With a weight on my chest like an ammunition vest

'bout to go off and blow us all up

And it only takes a second to forget my name

Shake it, shake it, shoot it up, turn it over, do it again

And it’s turning out to be a good day anyway

And it’s like a strange glossed over holiday

Take a breath, let it crawl through your skin

Just lay back, close your eyes, let it in

Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway

Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway

Well it’s turning out to be a good day

Well it’s turning out to be a good day

Well it’s turning out to be a good day anyway