Alannah Myles Our World Our Times Lyrics

Our World Our Times Lyrics

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...