Final Good Days Songtext
von Jane Tragic

And as the sun set over campus
We smoked bowls at the back of campus
I laughed at the clouds, I swear
Life′s not gonna get better than this

The cold air feels like velvet
So sweet I can almost smell it
And these are the days, my friends
Before everything turns to shit


And cigarettes are cool when you're young
And I′m gonna be young for years
And when you pray you're looking for god
And when I do my lucky cigarette hears
Hail Satan anyway

And I can feel my insides rotting
I can feel my lungs a-black'nin′
I can feel the war my soul is waging
Against my body & mind

And I can feel myself a-leavin′
All the good things i was plannin'
Just for a moment of silence
Just one fucking moment of silence


And every day I hate you more
And every day I love you more than that
And every day I hate me more
And every day I love you more than that
Hail Satan anyway