Our World Our Times
Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smileSparks flyin' off her fingertips drive the young cop wildSome nights are wound so tight like a storm about to breakBetter stand in your doorway when everything starts to shakeYou get restless like a cat waking up at midnightHungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our timesThis is our world and these are our times
Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitudeSay he's looking like a shadow now, runnin' low on green and foodSome lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crashHard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dreamHungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our timesThis is our world and these are our times
Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flameHe's got two black eyes and a purple heart and a bone hangin' on a chainThese times are like dynamite, a head-on with historySome fool's bound to burn it all down, don't care about you and meHe'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmareHungry, never quite satisfied
This is our world and these are our timesThis is our world and these are our times