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Hard Times (The Parlor Mob)

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 Ain't no remedy to recommend Hard times, in the hearts of young men Speaking our minds but nobody cares You know some people got it so good it just ain't fair No money in our pockets so you know we had to make a move Aww we live tough we die tough but it ain't our life to choose Cuz after all we cross and avert them Hard times in the hearts of young men In the hearts of young men The president ain't got our cause He's selling souls and breaking laws And telling lies for the applause Well ain't no future for our kind And these are hard times 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 Ain't to time left for faking you know we gotta go, go, go Before there's no flag left here to defend Hard times in the hearts of young men