Our World, Our Times

Текст песни Alannah Myles - Our World, Our Times

Our World, Our Times LyricsLittle 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