The Script - Good Of Days Lyrics
Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Up in the bar all smoking cigarsWhile we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar.Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that farWhoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar.You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heartTell a sad story, yea tell it from the start.Pass me on the pain that you made into artYea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart.When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings.They gon' kill you with their passion and their soulWhen the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all.While another man's crying in his beers and allWhile his woman's sayin' cheers to it all.Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raisedFor all we sing about better days, better days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and grayCause in the future these will be the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future this will be the good ol' days.Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawlNow we're all lost.Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna costSo get up on that piano boy and play your ass off.You're playing real good, everybody sing alongIf your bang is out of beat, everybody move along.Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes onSing a rebel song and watch us march along.Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard).Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet KeithThey're bustin' on the streets seven days a week.Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it emptyThey play, you listen, that's plenty.It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uhHanging out of each other like the pain is gone.These are my people, these are my crowdAnd I'm never too proud to sing about.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and grayCause in the future these will be the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future these will be the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this songEven the old man there with the paddy hat onSingin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh.I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this songEven the girl over there with the red dress onSingin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh ooh.Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunesAnd the guys over there with the big tattoosAre singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh.The emo girls with the college degreesAnd the tag along friends with the fake ID'sSingin' ooh ooh.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future these will be the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future these will be the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol', the good ol' days.The good ol' days, yeahThe good ol' days.
