Lyrics Good Times Bad Times - Camo & Krooked, 1991

Good Times Bad Times

Is it right
That it’s your touch that I need
To get along?
Get along?
So give me life
I close my eyes and let you lead me
Till I’m gone
Till I’m gone
And I said all my life, I was high for the good times
I was high for the bad times
Tell my baby that I’ll be better
I’ll be better
There was light on the edge of the dark side
Overdosed on the fast life
Tell my baby that I’ll be better
I’ll be better
And when I fall
You’ve got the medicine to heal
My broken bones
Broken bones
When you call
It’s like a melody that feels like
I’m back home, I’m back home
And I said