Clappin' our hands when we're out on a weekend
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Stompin' our feet with the people we believe in
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Dogs howling at the moon, holding out for pain
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Waitin' for the day they leave their towns and make their names
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Ain't no remedy to recommend
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Hard times, in the hearts of young men
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Speaking our minds but nobody cares
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You know some people got it so good it just ain't fair
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No money in our pockets so you know we had to make a move
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Aww we live tough we die tough but it ain't our life to choose
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Cuz after all we cross and avert them
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Hard times in the hearts of young men
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In the hearts of young men
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The president ain't got our cause
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He's selling souls and breaking laws
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And telling lies for the applause
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Well ain't no future for our kind
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And these are hard times
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Me and my kids got a gift for the man
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With our souls on fire and our hearts in our hands
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A fist in a face of any mouth that will tell us no
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Ain't to time left for faking you know we gotta go, go, go
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Before there's no flag left here to defend
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Hard times in the hearts of young men
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Hard Times
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| The Parlor Mob |
