Our World Our Times (Explicit) - 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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Our world our times

Our world our times

Our world our times