Our World Our Times Lyrics

Little tramp comin' up the strip With a hundred dollar smile Sparks flyin' off her fingertips Drive the young cop wild
Some nights are wound so tight Like a storm about to break Better stand in your doorway When everything starts to shake
You get restless Like a cat waking up at midnight Hungry Never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times
Little brother like a street god With a drop dead attitude Say he's looking like a shadow now Runnin' low on green and food
Some lives are wound up tight Like a wave about to crash Hard times seem to multiply While the joy runs out so fast
You get restless Like a kid crawling out of a bad dream Hungry Never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times
Make way for the son of a rebel Wired to a bottle of flame He's got two black eyes and a purple heart And a bone hangin' on a chain
These times are like dynamite A head-on with history Some fool's bound to burn it all down Don't care about you and me
He'll get desperate Like a child in the eye of a nightmare Hungry Never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times
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