Our World Our Times - Alannah Myles

Our World Our Times - Alannah Myles
See the tramp coming up the strip
With the a hundred dollar smile
Sparks flying off her finger tips
Driving a young cunt wild
Some nights I'm wound so tight
Like a storm about to break
Better stand in a 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
Layer other like a street god
With a drop-dead attitude
Scenes looking like a shadow now
And I know I'm being fooled
Sometimes I'm wound so tight
Like a wave about crash
Hard times seem to multiply
But 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
He's got two black eyes
And a bitter heart
And a bone hanging on a chain
These times like dynamite
A head on history
Some fools gonna bed it all down
And don't care about you and me
You 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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Ouuur worrrld
Ouuur tiiimes
Our world our times
Our world our times
Our world our times