The Good Life Songtext
von Jace Everett

She didn′t smoke last Tuesday
Didn't even take a sip
It′s Wednesday night, she's bumming butts
And sinking like a ship

She came to at the tiger mart
An orange in her hand
A hundred miles from anywhere
Her pockets full of sand

Living the good life
In the summertime
Flying so high
Living the good life

He ain't sunk an eight-ball
In at least as many years
But all thats really kept him safe
Is circumstance and fear


He woke up with a nosebleed
And a pounding in his head
A naked woman twice his age
Lay scattered ′cross the bed

Living the good life
In the summertime
Flying so high
Living the good life, yeah

80 thousand dollars
For a new Mercedes-Benz
Used to ride the market
Like a vulture on the wind

It′s funny how eight cylinders
Don't hardly make no sound
The last he ever heard
Was that garage door coming down

Living the good life
In the summertime
Flying so high
Living the good life, yeah


Ain′t this a good life?
In the summertime
We're all flying so high
Ain′t this a good life? (Yeah)