Good - Dickie

Do you believe

That there’s something in the water

Everybody’s dragging everybody down

And it’s making it harder

Do you believe

They’ve been messing with your babies

Since you brought them back home

They’ve been dicks

But they left like daisies

Once upon a fantasy

I was good to you

But buddy, buddy were you good to me?

I get confused

Every time I let myself out

Oh there’s little understanding

That you’r not the only fucker in a whole crowd

I gt a little tuned up

Say a lot of harsh things

But I shouldn’t really worry

Cuz I’m banking on the fact that you’re not listening

Once upon a fantasy

I was good to you

But buddy, buddy were you good to me?

I think you ought to get head checked

Cuz your hell bent

On strange tradition

You really need to quit that dead sect, man

It’s been clouding the conversation

Put it all on faith, not on information

Put it all on faith, not on information

I can’t talk to you…

I think you ought to get head checked

Cuz your hell bent

On strange tradition

You really need to quit that dead sect, man

It’s been clouding the conversation

Put it all on faith, not on information

Put it all on faith, not on information

Good to me

Were you you good to me"