Tough Times Marc Gunn

These are tough times, and it feels just like a crime, if I
Put my conscience aside to live on the edge
These are tough times. If I hope to survive, I’ll use my
Conscience as my guide. I must do what is right

I got a job all lined up. I hope it ain't too bad
But times are tough. Can't afford to pick and choose
The boss man is all fired up, and it raises my alarm
If I don’t look too close, won’t see no harm

Racing on a train. No longer society’s drain
Pullin’ a job right under the Alliance nose
I’m feeling rather smug when chance pulls out the rug
I meet thе workers I’m dragging through the coals

Pain is in their еyes. I can’t help but empathize
We stole their meds. Now their suffering is in store
This gangster overstepped. Yet despite his unlovely rep
I return the meds, and I knock him through the door

The job it has gone south. I’m back living hand to mouth
But I feel a little prouder than before
Desperation made me look the other way
I realize now, I must make a better choice