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 times    Our world, our times    Our world, our times    Our world, our times