"The Good Times Are Killing Me"

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Intro: Bb F

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Bb  						    F
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Bb			                                   F
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Bb							F
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
Bb				     F
The good times are killing me.
Bb
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
F
who didn't like what I said.
Bb
The good times are killing me.

Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
F
oh but what the hell did we say?

The good times are killing me.
Bb
The good times are killing me.
F
The good times are killing me.

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(If you are singing and playing guitar, this part works best if you hit the Gm Chord and then the F)
Gm:
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Gm			  F
Fed up with all that LSD.
Gm							F
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
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Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
Gm							F
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Bb F