Hard Times Lyrics - Singles - The Parlor Mob

Clappin' our hands when we're out on a weekend 

Stompin' our feet with the people we believe in 

Dogs howling at the moon, holding out for pain 

Waitin' for the day they leave their towns and make their names 

Ain't no remedy to recommend 

Hard times, in the hearts of young men 

Speaking our minds but nobody cares 

You know some people got it so good it just ain't fair 

No money in our pockets so you know we had to make a move 

Aww we live tough we die tough but it ain't our life to choose 

Cuz after all we cross and avert them 

Hard times in the hearts of young men 

In the hearts of young men 

The president ain't got our cause 

He's selling souls and breaking laws 

And telling lies for the applause 

Well ain't no future for our kind 

So we waste our hours and dull our minds 

Walk with hope down clouded lines 

And these are hard times 

Me and my kids got a gift for the man 

With our souls on fire and our hearts in our hands 

A fist in a face of any mouth that will tell us no 

Ain't no time left for faking you know we gotta go, go, go 

Before there's no flag left here to defend 

Hard times in the hearts of young men