Our World, Our Times Alannah Myles

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