Hard Times (edit)

Clapping our hands when we're out on the weekend
Stomping our feet with the people we believe in
Dogs howling at the moon holding out for pay
Wait for the day they leave the towns and make their names
It 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 its hard to make a move
We live tough we die tough but it ain't up have to choose
As if we're only a cross on a dead end
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
It ain't no future for our kind
So rest all ours in the young minds
Walk with hope down clouded lines in these hard times
Me and my kids gonna get it for the man
With our souls on fire and our hearts in our hands
A fist in the face of any man that will tell us no
And no time here for faking you know we gotta go go go
Before there's no flag left here to live for
Hard times in the hearts of your men



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Villapiano, David Rosen, Mark Melicia, Samuel Bey, Paul Ritchie
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