Bad Times Are On

Tonight there will be trouble with the cars
A take us with you?
Even tho we are dancing like gods
Some of us will wake up behind bars
If you go to jail, I will go to jail with you
Together we will be strong wait up in my car alone
I will keep you in my heart altough we are worlds apart
Bombs will always fall down and stand up and Talk
AAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAA
Last year there was some trouble in the park
The beer was bright but summernight was dark
We were drunk and our minds were light
But all the shit has sworn It was us to find
One of them got up and threw a punch at you
Even though you done no harm that night has lost its charm
So if you go to war I will go to war with you
If nothing else comes to mind I wake this fucking sky
AAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAA
Good times are gone and now bad times are on
You gave up Fosters for rodeo
I will visit your funeral
Good times are gone and now bad times are on
You gave up Fosters for rodeo
I will visit it is your funeral