Evidence of Good Times

choppers drop from the sky at night
you chose the wind, i chose the lights
i was drunk and so the game took shape
the chase and the mile of videotape
and we sell it as evidence of good times
hot girls decide who lives and dies on this show
it’s one blink for yes and two for no
i took so-so bullets and a good gun
one by one their will is done
and they sell it as evidence of good times
the retiree who welcomed us into the hotel
had done the hard part and could part the waters of bad advice
after the lecture the real shit comes in a whisper
arm in arm as we walk in the garden he repeats it twice, he says
get it on tape, get it on tape, i mean it
otherwise how will you know you didn’t dream it all?
there’s tears in his eyes and i’m wishing i had my camera
when i shake his hand and imagine my friends laughing like hell
when we sell it as evidence of good times