Good Life - Some Bullshit Escape Lyrics
Called in sick for worksaid the fevers getting worseThere's a lot of that going aroundI packed a duffle bagWith some clothes from the atticIt's getting colder in the eveningI hocked my pocket watchAnd a couple old guitarsI could hardly stand to play themI drew all my savings outClosed my bank accountstuck the money in the glove boxI drove away on MondayI couldn't say where I was going toIt's just something I had to doI was bored of it by Thursdaydriving amorously down aimless interstatessearching for queuesYeah for youAnd I don't know where you areI guess I haven't looked to hardbecause I'm afraid that I might find youIS it special where you areLike Xanadu or Shangri-LaIs it anything like OmahaI called in sick on MondayI was already off the next couple of daysSome bullshit escapeI was back to work on Thursdayyeah, The fevers gone I think I it beatThe fever bite me, yeah it bite meBut I been sleeping and taking thingsI think I've got it beat...
