Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Peter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Gottfried Badenhorst
Songwriter
Alwyn Petrus Bekker
Composer
Lyrics
These days ain't fun bad news impossible to outrun
It ain't exactly clear when it will disappear
The faces I know are behind a mask everywhere I go
When we think it's safe to breathe the president shows up on screen
Things are not, things are not looking up
I could do with, I could do with a pick me up
I miss the days when we would be fine
With a little weed or a little wine
I'm no longer sure how to keep the wolves from the door
Stuck in a world I don't know, things I've never seen before
It really hits home when you have to try
Find someone you love a place to lie
I miss the days when we would be fine
With a little weed or little wine
Like wounded birds we all try flapping our wings
Trying to pick ourselves up cause we're an easy kill
The people we know are losing jobs and losing homes
Just to make it sting the president shows up on screen
Things are not, things are not looking up
I could do with, I could do with a pick me up
I miss the days when we would be fine
With a little weed or little wine
I'm no longer sure how to keep the wolves from the door
Stuck in a world I don't know, things I've never seen before
It really hits home when you have to try
Find someone you love a place to lie
I miss the days when we would be fine
With a little weed or little wine
I'm no longer sure how to keep the wolves from the door
Stuck in a world I don't know, things I've never seen before
It really hits home when you have to try
Find someone you love a place to lie
I miss the days when we would be fine
With a little weed or little wine
Written by: Alwyn Petrus Bekker, Philip Gottfried Badenhorst