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Dexter Holland
Dexter Holland
Gitarre
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Schlagzeug
noodles
noodles
Gitarre
Ricardo "Tiki" Pasillas
Ricardo "Tiki" Pasillas
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dexter Holland
Dexter Holland
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bob Rock
Bob Rock
Produzent:in
Adam Greenholtz
Adam Greenholtz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Eric Helmkamp
Eric Helmkamp
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Allgood
Chris Allgood
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Oh, baby, let the bad times roll (oh, oh), mm Oh, baby, let the bad times roll (oh, oh), mm We're gonna hang 'em high We're gonna shoot straight up in the air This eye is for an eye No need to ask and no need to care, yeah Don't be thinkin' we're crazy, crazy When you see all the hell that we're raisin' (raisin') Don't be thinkin' we're crazy, crazy 'Cause the truth is what we're erasing And so I, I'm doing it all for you I, I'm doing it all for you Oh, baby, let the bad times roll, Machiavelli flow (oh) Hey Lincoln, how does your grave roll? (Oh, oh) Take what's right and make it wrong Make it up as I go along Let me know when you decide apathy or suicide Oh, baby, let the bad times roll (oh, oh) Now it was all a lie (lie) But that bitch won't get in my way Keep shoutin' what I like (lock her up, lock her up) Now that's a good one, I gotta say, yeah But don't be thinkin' we're crazy, crazy When you see all the hell that we're raisin' (raisin') Don't be thinkin' we're crazy, crazy 'Cause the truth is what we're erasing And so I, I'm turning my back on you I, I'm turning my back on you Oh, baby, let the bad times roll on a stripper pole, oh Yeah, fuck it, let the bad times roll, oh, oh (fuck it, fuck it) Mexicans and blacks and Jews Got it all figured out for you Gonna build a wall, let you decide apathy or suicide Oh, baby, let the bad times roll, oh, oh Now I'm letting the bad times roll Oh, oh Doing it all for you I'm doing it all for you Oh, baby, let the bad times roll, Machiavelli flow (oh-oh) Hey Lincoln, how does your grave roll? (Oh, oh) Take what's right and make it wrong Make it up as I go along Let me know when you decide apathy or suicide Oh, baby, let the bad times roll (oh, oh) Oh, baby, let the bad times roll Let me know when you decide apathy or suicide Oh, baby, let the bad times roll (fuck it, fuck it) Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Writer(s): Leonard Lee, Shirley Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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