[Chorus]
You've got some bad news
You've just got bad news, written allover you
Everybody's gonna get down low, get on the floor
Dance til you just can't dance no more
You've got bad news written allover you
[Verse 1]
So you think you've got me now
Well the jury's hung on every word
You can never give it up now (no, you'll never give it up, now)
You can never hold on to the subject at hand. The falling of bands
But you'll never know, at the rate you're going
You're never gonna get there, get there
[Pre-Chorus]
Play your game!
Unless you're afraid to be caught in the middle, at the heart of the problem
Will someone help us out, though?
Even though, we're down a few, I've still got plenty of important things to do
In this crowd that I'm looking through, I can just tell...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
At this point, I hope that the energy's not gone
And you're not planning on staying long
Because I fear I'll be proven wrong
About the subject at hand, the falling of bands
The purpose of truth, that you don't understand at all
But you'll never know, at the rate you're going
You're never gonna get there, get there
You've got some bad news
You've just got bad news, written allover you
Everybody's gonna get down low, get on the floor
Dance til you just can't dance no more
You've got bad news written allover you
[Verse 1]
So you think you've got me now
Well the jury's hung on every word
You can never give it up now (no, you'll never give it up, now)
You can never hold on to the subject at hand. The falling of bands
But you'll never know, at the rate you're going
You're never gonna get there, get there
[Pre-Chorus]
Play your game!
Unless you're afraid to be caught in the middle, at the heart of the problem
Will someone help us out, though?
Even though, we're down a few, I've still got plenty of important things to do
In this crowd that I'm looking through, I can just tell...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
At this point, I hope that the energy's not gone
And you're not planning on staying long
Because I fear I'll be proven wrong
About the subject at hand, the falling of bands
The purpose of truth, that you don't understand at all
But you'll never know, at the rate you're going
You're never gonna get there, get there
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