The Good Ones by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics

And God knows me and you
And Jesus loves the Spacemen
( yes... Three )
And Jesus! I love you
I hate you to go, there's no use in hiding
Head for the sunset and boy, keep driving
With the good ones

Now I think you'd laugh to hear this tune
If you were here tonight
But I thought I saw you the last time twice
Turns out one time I was right
Man and machine in the night keep driving
Man and machine never might arrive...
With the good ones

Now they ask if I've heard voices...
Only sometimes, late at nights
I don't get too much sleep these days
I don't turn out the light
But now I'm going to bed 'coz there's no more rhymes
We're out of our heads at the best of times
With the good ones
The good ones