Alannah Myles Follow

See the tramp coming up the strip with the a hundred dollar smile,
Sparks flying off her finger tips, driving a young c*** wild,
Some nights, I知 wound so tight, like a storm about to break,
Better stand in a 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.

Layer other like a street god, with a drop-dead attitude,
Scenes looking like a shadow now, and I know I知 being fooled,
Sometimes I知 wound so tight like a wave about crash,
Hard times seem to multiply, but 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,
Walk to a bottle of flame,
He's got two black eyes, and a bitter heart,
And a bone hanging on a chain,
These times, like dynamite,
A head on history,
Some fools gonna bed it all down,
And don't care about you and me.

You 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.

Ooooover,

Ouuur Worrrld, Ouuur Tiiimes.

Our world, Our times,
Our world, Our times,

Our world, Our times.