Our World Our Times — текст песни (Alannah Myles)

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
Chorus:
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
chorus repeats 2x
(Solo)
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
chorus repeats 2x...