[Intro: Spoken Dialogue over slow guitar strum] "Hard work pays off. Dreams come true. Bad times don't last. But Bad Guys do." [Verse 1] They said the deck was stacked, a pre-determined hand Just another tag, a name upon the band But in the barroom brawl, the dim and smoky light He saw a diamond, started polishin' the fight From the AWA to the sun of Miami beach Craftin' every syllable and every part of speech [Pre-Chorus 1] A silhouette was formin', sharp as a blade A hero you could hate, a new kind of shade The gold was in the gimmick, a currency of cool Before he stepped through curtains, he was breakin' every rule… [Chorus] And the Bad Times don't last! (Nah, they don't last!) But the Bad Guys do! (Hey yo, we do!) Walkin' that aisle, with a certain style A toothpick salute from a living jewel! Yeah, the pain fades away, like the cheers in the dome But the name Razor Ramon? It's forever home. [Verse 2] The "Hey yo" hit the air, a chill, a brand new sound A flick of the wrist, let the toothpick hit the ground The ladder match legacy, the Intercontinental shine A champ you couldn't copy, a singular design He wasn't just a wrestler, he was livin' in the role The only heart that mattered was the one he had to stole [Pre-Chorus 2] Then the system got stagnant, the ceiling made of glass So he looked for a revolution, a new crew to amass A third man with a purpose, a swerve for all to see To change the game entirely and crash the industry… [Chorus] 'Cause the Bad Times don't last! (Nah, they don't last!) But the Bad Guys do! (Too Sweet, we do!) Black and white invasion, a four-life declaration The shockwave from a simple hand cue! Yeah, the empires will fall, in the Monday night war But the Wolfpac's howl echoes forever more. [Verse 3] The climb has its stumbles, the sharp edge can dull The hardest fight isn't in the ring, but the skull He faced down his demons, in a final, private bout To find the man behind the Bad Guy, and turn the lights back out A comeback for the ages, a redemption tale to tell From the edge of the abyss, back to wishin' everyone well [Pre-Chorus 3] So when he stood at the podium, Hall of Fame in his sight The scars were just proof that he'd finished the fight The work had paid off, the dream had come true And he looked at the world with a "Hey yo, I told you"… [Chorus] That the Bad Times don't last! (Nah, they don't last!) But the Bad Guys do! (Watch us, we do!) Standin' ovation, for a generation A final, glorious, toothpick adieu! Yeah, the body may tire, and the spotlight may fade But the legacy's a razor that never gets laid. [Bridge: Spoken Word over a heavy hip-hop beat] (Spoken with swagger) Alright... survey says it's time. You wanna talk longevity? Let's walk. From the dusty runways of The Spot... to the big time. The slicked-back hair, the chain, the cool that ain't an act. You don't learn this. You live it. The toothpick? A warning shot. The strut? A declaration. The Outsiders? That was a takeover. They said be a good guy. I said be unforgettable. So when you hear my music hit... You know what time it is. The good times are temporary. The Bad Guy?... Eternal. (Hey yo!) [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus - Full Band, Anthemic] 'Cause the BAD TIMES DON'T LAST! (THEY NEVER DO!) BUT THE BAD GUYS DO! (HEY YO, WE DO!) In every hall of fame, they'll forever chant the name Of the man who taught us all the meaning of "too cool"! So when your road gets hard, and your back's against the wall Remember Razor's Edge... and how a Bad Guy stands tall! [Outro: Music fades to a single, clean electric guitar] (Sampled voice, clean and clear): "But Bad Guys do."
