Good Times - Quasi

Life without love is all the hell you need

You’re in heaven when your soul gets freed

But they’ll sell you the devil, they’ll sell you the lord

They’ll sell you twice as much as you can afford

You reap what you sow, that’s about all you need to know

You can crack up, or back up, pack up and go

Silver screams and dream machines

They don’t mean nothing unless you read between the beams

Lost in a wilderness of teenage dreams

Trying to push a bolder up a mountain of beans

But then the bean counters cancelled the show

You can crack up, or back up, pack up and go

The time is now, the place is here

Not next door, not next year

Never before has it been this clear

Good times, happy days, in spite of it all