Good Times

When I run out of good times Surprised myself I find I'm scraping you out Can I get some of your lines so I can know what I'm talking about Would love for you to hear yourself complain Always someone to blame That's your game Can I finally just get out and breathe in the sunshine When I say s-u-n s-o-n I am the sun Angry nation age of misinformation Know my God know he don't need my money Don't need that just to make the love come through Can't see the past with a broken rear view imagine if I'd done what you wanted me to Say I'm lying when I say I love you Nothing to my word but this point of view And now you're back to reality couldn't stomach it If you could only go back to sleep you'd stop the itch Can I finally just get out and breathe in the sunshine When I say s-u-n s-o-n I am the sun Angry nation age of misinformation Know my God know he don't need my money Don't need that just to make the love come through