מילים לשיר Our World Our Times – Alannah Myles

Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break
Sparks flyin' off her fingertips, drive the young cop wild
Better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake Hungry, never quite satisfied
You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight,
This is our world and these are our times This is our world and these are our times
Say he's looking like a shadow now, runnin' low on green and food
Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast Hungry, never quite satisfied
You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream (Solo)
chorus repeats 2x
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 headSome 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 chorus repeats 2xHungry, never quite satisfied.