"Bad Times Good" lyrics - CROWDED HOUSE

Hey
Everybody wants to make a bad time good
Hey
It looks like some kind of medicine for me
Hey
Everybody wants to make a good time last

Before we choose a path
Let's spend the night at Los Campaneros please
Through the doorways of the past
Do you have to bend so low?

Hey
Everybody wants to make a bad time good
Hey
It looks like a bear stole the honey from the bees
Hey
Every day you send a dozen boxes home
Oh how would I know what anybody needs?

And now we just have to breathe
And it's a challenge for the impresario
Another compromise on the way
I thought you'd get it by now yeah
Whether sunlight or shadow falls on me

You won't come out
Rolling drums they say
Come out
Before the dawning
You won't come out
Roaring thunder breaks
Come out
Before the morning
You blow my mind

Hey
Everybody wants to make a bad time good
Hey
It looks some kind of medicine for me