Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Majestics
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Hernández Cancela
Songwriter
Alfredo Suárez Martínez
Composer
Jose Manuel Martinez García
Composer
Letras
When I'm breaking my soul and I'm sinking in quicksand
My money's run out
When my ticket's expired and I've gone past my distance
Well, I scream and shout
When I'm out of my head and I'm faking existence
Well, I'm stirring my wok
When I'm running up hills but sliding down backwards
Well, I lie to myself
On a bad day, yeah
When I'm trying to find the words to a new tune
But they're not coming out
When the music is swinging but I'm not singing
I feel down and I'm out
When I'm out of my head and I'm faking existence
Well, I'm stirring my wok
When I'm running up hills but sliding down backwards
Well, I lie to myself
'Cause you know living ain't easy
When you're pushed up against the wall
You gotta try and tread easy
'Cause there's a hundred ways you can fall
On a bad day, any day
When nothing ever seems to go your way
And you're feeling like it's here to stay
Well, don't let it get you down
Gotta turn things around
On a bad day, yeah
On a bad day, yeah
Don't let it get you down
Gotta turn things around
On a bad day, yeah
'Cause you know living ain't easy
When you're pushed up against the wall
You gotta try and tread easy
'Cause there's a hundred ways you can fall
On a bad day, any day
When nothing ever seems to go my way
And I'm feeling like it's here to stay
Well, don't let it get you down
Gotta turn things around
On a bad day, yeah
On a bad day, yeah
Don't let it get you down
Gotta turn things around
On a bad day, yeah
On a bad day
On a bad day
Written by: Alfredo Suárez Martínez, David Hernández Cancela, Jose Manuel Martinez García
