The Boomtown Rats — 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