Good Ol’ Days Songtext
von Grady Spencer and the Work

Mind my biscuits and call me brother
One of these things ain′t like the other
And I can't tell if I stayed or went
I don′t trust in the government

Cause they watch my words
And they watch my habits
They know my shoes
And what's in my cabinets
You gotta bow down to the mighty dollar
I just want to stand up and holler

Livin' in a new world
Checkmark dreams
Broken hopes and bursting seams
Livin′ in a new world
Scrollin′ down
Who's this face just making sound?
I think we′ve done gone and lost our way
Can't we get back to the good ol′ days?


Can you believe that he's got them numbers?
Gotta be robots choppin′ lumber
He says that he's been doin' fine
I wish that his page looked more like mine

Livin′ in a new world
Checkmark dreams
Broken hopes and bursting seams
Livin′ in a new world
Scrollin' down
Who′s this face just making sound?
I think we've done gone and lost our way
Can′t we get back to the good ol' days?

Well mind my biscuits and call me Billy
The whole wide world′s done made me silly
The Bible says that I'll be alright
As long as I trust in Jesus Christ


Livin' in a new world
Checkmark dreams
Broken hopes and bursting seams
Livin′ in a new world
Scrollin′ down
Who's this face just making sound?
I think we′ve done gone and lost our way
Can't we get back to the good ol′ days?