Hard Times - The Parlor Mob

Verse 1

Clappin' our hands when we’re out on a weekend

Stompin' our feet with the people we believe in Dogs howling at the moon, holding out for pain

Waitin' for the day they leave their towns and make their names

Chorus

Aint no remedy to recommend

Hard times, in the hearts of young men

Verse 2

Speaking our minds but nobody cares

You know some people got it so good it just aint fair

No money in our pockets so you know we had to make a move

Aww we live tough we die tough but it aint our life to choose

Chorus

Cuz after all we cross and avert them

Hard times in the hearts of young men

In the hearts of young men

Verse 3

The president aint got our cause

He’s selling souls and breaking laws

And telling lies for the applause

Well aint no future for our kind

And these are hard times

Verse 4

Me and my kids got a gift for the man

With our souls on fire and our hearts in our hands

A fist in a face of any mouth that will tell us no Aint to time left for faking you know we gotta go, go, go Chorus

Before there’s no flag left here to defend

Hard times in the hearts of young men