There's a charming man stammering about
Says he's been trying to kill himself since before I was born
Hugging off to his mates
Grippin hold of his fate
Says he shouldn't have done so
But there's still a smile on his face
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Hold the door for me my friend
Hold the door for everyone here
'Cause home isn't home for your dry eyes
'Cause home isn't home 'till the day someone dies
'Till the day someone dies
Wastes his money on beer
Always hiding his tears
Green suits are hanging in the commode
He looks back at his past
Post traumatic and laughs
But there's still a smile on his face
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Good people are bad lives
Good people are wasted opportunities
Hold the door for me my friend
Hold the door for everyone here
'Cause home isn't home for your dry eyes
'Cause home isn't home 'till the day someone dies
'Till the day someone dies
Hold the door for me my friend
Hold the door for everyone here
'Cause home isn't home for your dry eyes
'Cause home isn't home 'till the day someone dies
'Till the day someone dies