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 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 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
Make way fpr 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 chair
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
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