Good Stuff

Fill my heart with blood I want the good stuff I'm running mighty low Come on fill 'er up I've got a long way to go And, man, I just don't know If this little bit will get me where I need to go Fill my lungs with air I want the good stuff There's a pounding in my chest I just can't get enough See, I've been running without rest And I just can't catch my breath So what do ya say to giving away what you got left? I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my glass with whiskey Make it the good stuff This body's bound to go Might be my last one This world's fast and loud And each second pounds my brow But another cup might be enough to slow it all down I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my ears with music Make it the good stuff Gimme Luke or Jay or Jeff I need an honest one That low, lonesome sound It's the only thing I've found To pick me up just enough to write something down I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff Fill my arms with women Make them the good ones Fill her eyes with fire I want a wild one And I'll dive into the flames And I'll wash away my name So when them other girls come calling, I won't hear a thing I want that good stuff Ain't no time when times are tough Ain't no time to save it up So give me that good, good stuff