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 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 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
  
   This is our world and these are our times
   This is our world and these are our times
  
   Make way fpr 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 chair
   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
  
   This is our world and these are our times
   This is our world and these are our times