Our World Our Times Lyrics - Singles - Myles Alannah

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 

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 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

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 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

This is our world and these are our times 

Our world 

Our world, our times, our world our times 

Our world, our times, our world our times 

Our world, our times