Hard Times

Oh hard times, hard times
And these are hard times
They're getting better

I straighten out an' checkin'
Out that drag
You're touch an' go
But i'm touching you
Spare a dime, or at least a thousand P...
It's tasting sweet
The love you like to eat
On yer bike
You got them goods
You stash that cash
And then you pedal away
The only act of revolution left
In this collective world
Is thinking for yourself

So look good, talk good
And don't turn away
You look alright
And I feel okay
If things are like this
Then maybe we'll stay
Turn away
Don't turn away

All dressed in blue
Oh she stops the street
The day pulls up
And the bulls see red
Like that Pope
I'll kiss the ground below
Tasting sweet
The love you like to eat
Brush a tooth and wipe the night away
It's tasting sour
Of dreams and fright
But I swear, I swear right now
In that bitter sleep
I think that I found peace

Oh I've been lying
In the long grass too long
Pushing back the psychic weeds
Hit that switch
And knock the daylights out
Tasting sweet
The love you like to eat
Oh walk away
Walking through that door
It's open wide, but all the options close
Let me say, oh let me say right here
I'll dig my ditch
And keep my head down through these hard times