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      This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times      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      This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times   This is our world and these are our times      Our world   Our world, our times, our world our times   Our world, our times, our world our times   Our world, our times