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...