Lyrics LET THE BAD TIMES ROLL - Whitey

LET THE BAD TIMES ROLL

It just takes the gentlest breeze
To make some bad apples get out of their trees
Some bad apples are rotten to the core
They are wasted way before they hit the floor
They follow other laws
Just a different kind of soul
That lets the bad times roll
Just let the bad times roll
You write a letter to yourself
Then you throw it away
It said «Be better to yourself»
But you threw it away
Well what you want is what you want
It’s all just words anyway
Why don’t we get in the bed that we made?
Yeah, I said «I'm feeling troubled»
Then the trouble was me
Yeah, if I said there was a problem
Then the problem was me
They said «You have to get into it»
But I just could not breathe
I stepped out
I stepped out
Let the bad times just roll you away
Let the bad times just roll you away
You don’t have the will, so don’t lie that you won’t
Cause you’re damned if you do
And you’re lost if you don’t
And you’re lost if you don’t