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Hard Times
14/04/09 21:49
I’m walking the streets looking for some
comfort
But all I can see are billboard signs.
Shiny cars in fenced off parking lots
Shop windows flashing with the lowest price.
Beneath the railway the family’s still growing
Two new arrivals from just last week.
They’re looking for a job and looking for an answer
As to who set them on this losing streak.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
Down in the city the lights are still shining
Trading a rich man’s money for a rich man’s name
They still celebrate the successes
But for the failures there’s no one left to take the blame.
Meanwhile there are fires burning out in the suburbs
A trash can furnace of diminishing returns.
There’s other people’s money in the drawers of the offices
Enough to keep them warm no matter how much they burn.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
They’re trading stories down at the shelter
Pulling photos out of pockets and lost coins from their shoes.
If we’ve never had it so good, they keep asking themselves,
Then what the hell have we got left to lose.
Out in the desert they’re watching for movement
The wakeful eye, the killer’s tooth.
At the sound of the wind the fire takes light
As the dawn it breaks into bloom.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
But all I can see are billboard signs.
Shiny cars in fenced off parking lots
Shop windows flashing with the lowest price.
Beneath the railway the family’s still growing
Two new arrivals from just last week.
They’re looking for a job and looking for an answer
As to who set them on this losing streak.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
Down in the city the lights are still shining
Trading a rich man’s money for a rich man’s name
They still celebrate the successes
But for the failures there’s no one left to take the blame.
Meanwhile there are fires burning out in the suburbs
A trash can furnace of diminishing returns.
There’s other people’s money in the drawers of the offices
Enough to keep them warm no matter how much they burn.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
They’re trading stories down at the shelter
Pulling photos out of pockets and lost coins from their shoes.
If we’ve never had it so good, they keep asking themselves,
Then what the hell have we got left to lose.
Out in the desert they’re watching for movement
The wakeful eye, the killer’s tooth.
At the sound of the wind the fire takes light
As the dawn it breaks into bloom.
Hard Times
Hard Times
Hard Times
Are here again.
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