Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
Sparks flyin' off her fingertips, drive the young cop wild
Some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break

Better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake
You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight,
Hungry, never quite satisfied

Chorus:
This is our world and these are our times
This is our world and these are our times

Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
Say he's looking like a shadow now, runnin' low on green and food
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash

Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast



You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 2x

(Solo)
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 head-on with history
Some 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

Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 2x...