Side two fillers, prescribed painkillers Drowning in the grease paint, and the mirror don't lie A minor scale, and a skeleton key The words sound wise, but they mean nothing to me And it's lost that they remember Perfume, champagne, and sin Oh, the good times never end Don't call the doctor, don't call the priest Tell old Saint Michael there ain't no priest Leave it all behind you Let the demons find you Lying, grinning, in bricks, in pillage It only takes one time, and then you're never the same Sickbeds and teacups, masterpieces or rough cuts It's all cold honey, and plain rain And it's lost that they remember Perfume, champagne, and sin Oh, the good times never end Don't call the doctor, don't call the priest Tell old Saint Michael there ain't no feast Leave it all behind you Let the demons find you Well, it's lost that they remember Perfume, champagne, and sin Oh, the good times never end Oh, they never end No, they never end Say the good times never end Oh, oh, they never end I said the good times The good times The good times never end Never end Oh, whoa