Ahh, hard times
Hard times

And these are hard times
Ooh, getting better
Hard times
Ooh, ooh! Ooh!

I straighten out
And shake out that drag
You touch and go
But I'm catching you

Spare a dime
I nicked 1000p
It's taste is sweet

On bike
Now Billy grab the goods
You stash that cash
And you pedal away
The only act of revolution left
In this collective world

So, look, don't talk
Baby don't turn away
You look alright
And I feel O.K
If things are like this
Then maybe we'll stay
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away, yeah, yeah

Well I'm dressed in blue
Oh, she stops the street
The day rolls up
And all the bulls see red
Like that pole
And taste the ground below
It's taste is sweet

Brush your tooth
And wipe the night away
It's taste is sour, the dreams of fright
But I swear
Oh I swear right now
Ain't it bittersweet
(I think that I believe)

Yeah, look, don't talk
Don't turn away
You look alright
And I feel O.K
If things are like this
Then maybe we'll stay
Turn away
Don't turn away
Turn away, yeah, yeah

These are hard times
Ooh, getting better
Hard times
Ooh, we're getting better
Hard times
Ooh, getting better
Hard times
Ooh, we're getting better now

(Oooh!)

Oh, I've been lying
In the long grass too long
Pushing back, the psychic waste
Hit that switch
And knock the daylights out
Taste is sweet

Oh walk away
Walking through that door
It's open wide
All other options closed
Let me say
Oh let me say right here
I'll dig my ditch
And keep my head down through these

Hard times
Ooh, getting better
Hard times
Ooh, we're getting better
Hard times
Ooh, we're getting better
Hard times
Ooh, they're getting better
Now

Hard times (times, times, times….)