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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 Ooooover Ouuur worrrld, ouuur tiiimes Our world, our times Our world, our times Our world, our times
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