Tekst :
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 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
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 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
This is our world and these are our times
This is our world and these are our times
Make way fpr 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 chair
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
This is our world and these are our times
This is our world and these are our times
Tekst :
Move your love on me
You can set me free
Move your love on me
You can set me free
Move your love on me
You can set me free
In this world of you and me
Move your love on me
Cry for help you ll see
In this dream of you and me
Tekst :
It s possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can’t let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought
And watch the pace quicken
Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won’t keep holding back my conscious
Realize
There’s a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you
Let’s turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain, back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch
Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won’t keep holding back my conscious
Realize
There’s a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you
Search
For
Truth
One more man
Tearing at the throat of
One more man
Never dropped as fast as
One more man
Coloring the fate of
One more man
Is better than the fate of you
Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won’t keep holding back my conscious
Realize
There’s a choice to not end up like you
Holding back my consicious
Realize
Thers a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you