Текст песни Alannah Myles - Our World Our Times
Alannah Myles - Our World Our Times слова песни
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 midnight,Hungry, never quite satisfiedChorus:This is our world and these are our timesThis is our world and these are our timesLittle 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 fastYou get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dreamHungry, never quite satisfiedchorus repeats 2x(Solo)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 satisfiedchorus repeats 2x...