Sean Connolly - Life is Good
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Life is good, so why the hell do I feel so down?
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this bullshit
It’s hard to fall asleep when you know the world is still here when you wake up
It’s hard to feel alright when you know that deep down inside everything’s fucked up
It’s tough to fix yourself when you know you’ve let this disease win for far too long
It’s tough to feel alright when you know that deep down inside everything’s all wrong
But life is good, so why the fuck do I feel so down?
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this trauma
It’s tough to shake the dust like it’s hard to shake the sand out of this guitar
And when I’m dead and gone, will this folk punk pastiche that I’ve belted out still live on
Still spit songs out my mouth, try it out, let this thing still swallow me up in full
Still I’m slipping slowly further down the road with this sickness still in my skull
And there’s people walking down my street, and they scare the daylights out of me
And I wish that I could curl into a ball and block you out just for a day
But still I say, hip hip hooray, this life is good
I’m still content to stand right here and do all the things that I should
Don’t be alarmed, this thing is therapy to me
I’ll still remain relentless and receptive to these feelings
Inject some beauty ‘cause I know how dark it really gets
Still stand on my two feet and hold myself up with some confidence
And these are a few of my favorite things
Like drowning in sorrow or just shooting the shit
Colluding with devils while they’re alluding to my demise
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still happy to be here, so tip all the cows and kiss all the girls
I’m still sick and shaking, these hands blistered quaking
My heart’s busted aching, but all the while shouting...
That life is good, so why the hell do I feel so down?
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this bullshit
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this bullshit
It’s hard to fall asleep when you know the world is still here when you wake up
It’s hard to feel alright when you know that deep down inside everything’s fucked up
It’s tough to fix yourself when you know you’ve let this disease win for far too long
It’s tough to feel alright when you know that deep down inside everything’s all wrong
But life is good, so why the fuck do I feel so down?
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this trauma
It’s tough to shake the dust like it’s hard to shake the sand out of this guitar
And when I’m dead and gone, will this folk punk pastiche that I’ve belted out still live on
Still spit songs out my mouth, try it out, let this thing still swallow me up in full
Still I’m slipping slowly further down the road with this sickness still in my skull
And there’s people walking down my street, and they scare the daylights out of me
And I wish that I could curl into a ball and block you out just for a day
But still I say, hip hip hooray, this life is good
I’m still content to stand right here and do all the things that I should
Don’t be alarmed, this thing is therapy to me
I’ll still remain relentless and receptive to these feelings
Inject some beauty ‘cause I know how dark it really gets
Still stand on my two feet and hold myself up with some confidence
And these are a few of my favorite things
Like drowning in sorrow or just shooting the shit
Colluding with devils while they’re alluding to my demise
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still happy to be here, so tip all the cows and kiss all the girls
I’m still sick and shaking, these hands blistered quaking
My heart’s busted aching, but all the while shouting...
That life is good, so why the hell do I feel so down?
Life is good, so why do I feel bad, bad, bad? Maybe it’s all this bullshit
