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Hard Times
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Parlor Mob
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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 pain Waiting for the day they leave their towns And make their names But 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 We live tough we die tough but it ain't our lives to choose Cause every road we cross another dead end Hard times in the heart of young men The president ain't got our cause He's selling souls and breaking laws Telling lies for the applause Ain't no future for our kind So we waste our hours and dull our minds Walk with hope down clouded lines In these our hard times And me and my kids got a gift for the man With our souls on fire and hearts in our hands A fist in the face of any mouth that would tell us no Ain't no time left for faking you know we got to go go go Before there's no flag left here to defend Hard times in the hearts of young men
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