CANTANTE: Alannah Myles

TITULO:Our World Our Times

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...