Desperate Times Lyrics

Desperate Times lyrics

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Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books,
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks.
I said "I`m sorry it didn`t work out quite the way you planned."
You said, "That`s silly boy, the revolution is at hand."

And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime,
These are desperate, desperate times.

Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage,
It don`t even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge.
I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees,
It`s late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze.

And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime,
These are desperate, desperate times.
And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime,
These are desperate, desperate times.