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 and food
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
wired
while
waking
times
tight
these
strip
street
flame
everything
world
dream
chorus
dollar
desperate
quite
crawling
multiply
storm
brother
black
about
bottle
fingertips
satisfied
drive
doorway
history
attitude
purple
bound
break
green
wound
crash
better
lives
child
young
never
heart
hundred
midnight
restless
tramp
little
nights
hungry
looking
rebel
shadow
dynamite
stand
shake
chain
starts
nightmare
smile
sparks
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