We bring you bad times
We are the agents of dark.
We are the jesters,
We dance the carnival of death.

You may think decadence is fun (you will have fun),
But when our work is done (we will bring you),
We bring you Bad Times.

We bring you bad times,
We live at number thirteen.
We’re so successful,
You’d like to be in on our schemes.
You need a leaf our of our book (you need a leaf),
But once you’ve had a look (we will bring you)
We bring you Bad Times.

BAD TIMES. BAD TIMES.

We bring you bad times,
From the inferno you know.
We’re good for business,
We’ve taken shares out on your soul.
You may think love is here to stay (you may have love),
But when we go away (we will bring you)

BAD TIMES. BAD TIMES. BAD TIMES. BAD TIMES

[spoken]
See you around when you’re underground
Give it a thought, don’t leave yourself short
(BAD TIMES)
Wear a disguise, trade in our lies
Remember my friend, ’cos this is the end

BAD TIMES. BAD TIMES

© 1982 MCPS / PRS