Hard Days - Austin Plaine

I know that I was given

Everything I could take

From the moment I was livin'

I was dyin' to make

Nothing out of something

Or real out of fake

It's hard days livin' in the world

Said the man on the

Corner with a sign in his hands

And the other in his pocket

A feverish grin

Could you spare me a dollar

Whatever you can

It's hard days livin' in the world

Uhhh uhhh uhhh

Uhh uhhh uhhh

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

The mother in the market

With her kids in a line

Getting poorer every second

Trying hard to survive

The water isn't running the bills pile high

It's hard days livin' in the world

The paper treads of terror and an oil hike

The communistic pleasures of a union strike

The president shelters in his bed at night

It's hard days livin' in the world

Uhh uhh hhh

Uhh uhh uhh

Ohh ohh ohhh ohhh

The soldier in the desert with

A shot to the heart

As his mother gets the letter

Saying he fought hard

It doesn't help the matter

If he's honored or not

It's hard days livin' in the world

The choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts

The family in the front row looking to hurt

And everyone's an angel

For whatever it's worth

It's hard days livin' in the world

Uhh uhhh uhhh

Uhhh uhhh uhhh

Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh

I know that I was given

Everything I could take

From the moment I was livin'

I was dyin' to make

Nothing out of something

Or real out of fake

It's hard days livin' in the world

It's hard days livin' in the world

It's hard days livin' in the world