LET THE BAD TIMES ROLL - Whitey

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