Good Disaster - Veruca Salt

I can’t do this any better

I don’t have the right to try

I can’t get there any faster

Watch the hours go by

Weren’t you in Mississippi

Weren’t you rude to my friend

You could have covered for me

She paid to see your band

My mother never liked you

My brother felt the same

They all saw right through you

Before I knew you were lame

Run little one, away from what you started

Something will come of all tommorows parties

Oh all tommorows parties

We could have had so much… fun

Another good disaster

I love to fall apart

They tell me I’m the master

Of loving and losing heart