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Hit Of The Good Life          06:51       3,937KBytes


by One Talking Shoe
©Rivasriches2005 All Rights Reserved
"HIT OF THE GOOD LIFE"

     I drove a limo for a maniacal man
     Make a little bread was the general plan
     'Where ya' heading?" was the question I most asked.
     When someone asked me back that day was my last.
     I drove to Vegas met an old woman there.
     Her eyes were wild she had perfect hair.
     She cried, "Unhook me from this laughing machine".
     "Gotta tell my grandkids that I lost everything"

     I told myself I'd meet a good honest man
     But the closer I got the deeper I swam.
     Tried to get in on the deal of all time
     Wound up selling pencils to the weak & the blind.

     I need a hit of the good life, baby.
     Lookin' for that good life.
     I need a hit of the good life, baby.
     Just give me some; good life.

     Worked a convenience store in the middle of town
     Used to practice hard trying hard not to frown
     "Can I help you?" was the question I asked most.               
     When someone asked it back I was gone like a ghost.     
     I had a dream about a desperate woman.
     It didn't register it was all in her hands.
     She hopped a freight train for foreign soil,
     Met a man there who was beautiful yet loyal.

                        
     You pick a number then you pray that you win.
     You pick a future that you'd like to live in.
     You keep 'em in a drawer in the corner of your room.
     Just another thing you'll get around too soon.

     I need a hit of the good life, baby
     Lookin' for that good life
     I need a hit of the good life, baby
     Just give me some; good life.   
          
     I used to be Daddy's little girl; now I'm the movie of the week.
     I could have inherited the earth; but I settled for a piece.
     I used to sing in the choir of the newly reborn.
     Now I'm sweating in this cold tomb, silent & torn.

     You pick a number then you pray that you win
     You pick a future that you'd like to live in.
     You keep it in a drawer in the corner of your womb.
     One is your hope the other your ruin.

     I drove a limo for a manical man
     "Make a little bread" was the generals' command.
     "Where ya' headed?" was the question I most asked.
     When someone asked me back that day was my last.

     I need a hit of the good life, baby.
     Lookin' for that good good life.
     I need a hit of the good life, baby.
     Lookin' for that good good life.

      I need a hit of  the good life, baby.
      Lookin' for that good good life.
      I need a hit of  the good life, baby.                             
      Just give me some; Good life!          

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