Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Oh, oh, oh

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

But don't be thinking we're crazy, crazy
When you see all the hell that we're raising (raising)
Don't be thinking we're crazy, crazy
'Cause the truth is what we're erasing

And so I (I)
I'm doing it all for you
I (I)
I'm doing it all for you

Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Machiavelli flow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey Lincoln, how does your grave roll?
Oh, 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

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, yaeh

But don't be thinking we're crazy, crazy
When you see all the hell that we're raising (raising)
Don't be thinking we're crazy, crazy
'Cause the truth is what we're erasing

And so I
I'm turning my back on you
I (I)
I'm turning my back on you

Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
On a stripper pole, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, fuck it, let the bad times roll
Oh, 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, oh
Now I'm letting the bad times roll

Doing it all for you
I'm doing it all for you

Oh, baby, let the bad times roll
Machiavelli flow, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey Lincoln, how does your grave roll?
Oh, 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
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

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Writer(s): Bryan Keith Holland