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