Letra de Our World Our Times - Alannah Myles
Letra de canci�n de Our World Our Times de Alannah Myles lyrics
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 andfood
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
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You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 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' ona 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 andme
He'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare
Hungry, never quite satisfied
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 andfood
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
Hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/our-world-our-times-alannah-myles.php
You get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Hungry, never quite satisfied
chorus repeats 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' ona 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 andme
He'll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare
Hungry, never quite satisfied