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 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 2x