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Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame, runnin low on green and food, chorus repeats 2x
don t care about you and me he ll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare
sparks flyin off her fingertips
these times are like dynamite
Little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude, little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
this is our world and these are our times
Sparks flyin off her fingertips, chorus repeats 2x
Chorus repeats 2x, never quite satisfied Our, some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break
Better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake, some fool s bound to burn it all down
Chorus repeats 2x, you get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash, make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame
drive the young cop wild
You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight, say he s looking like a shadow now
better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake
some nights are wound so tight like a storm about to break
This is our world and these are our times, he s got two black eyes and a purple heart and a bone hangin on a chain
chorus repeats 2x
Never quite satisfied, chorus repeats 2x
Never quite satisfied, better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake Our, little brother like a street god with a drop dead attitude
A head-on with history, you get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream
Chorus repeats 2x, never quite satisfied Alannah, a head-on with history
Runnin low on green and food, don t care about you and me he ll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare, this is our world and these are our times
sparks flyin off her fingertips
Say he s looking like a shadow now, better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake Our, you get restless like a cat waking up at midnight
You get restless like a cat waking up at midnight, sparks flyin off her fingertips, some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
Little tramp comin up the strip with a hundred dollar smile, make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame, little tramp comin up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
Never quite satisfied, you get restless like a kid crawling out of a bad dream, a head-on with history
these times are like dynamite
better stand in your doorway when everything starts to shake
A head-on with history, never quite satisfied, hard times seem to multiply while the joy runs out so fast
This is our world and these are our times, never quite satisfied
Some fool s bound to burn it all down, a head-on with history
Chorus repeats 2x, never quite satisfied
sparks flyin off her fingertips
make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame
Drive the young cop wild, this is our world and these are our times
A head-on with history, never quite satisfied Myles, these times are like dynamite
This is our world and these are our times, say he s looking like a shadow now, some fool s bound to burn it all down
Some fool s bound to burn it all down, little tramp comin up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
a head-on with history
never quite satisfied
Never quite satisfied, runnin low on green and food Alannah, runnin low on green and food
Sparks flyin off her fingertips, little tramp comin up the strip with a hundred dollar smile
This is our world and these are our times, this is our world and these are our times, never quite satisfied
Say he s looking like a shadow now, sparks flyin off her fingertips
this is our world and these are our times
Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame, some lives are wound up tight like a wave about to crash
a head-on with history
don t care about you and me he ll get desperate like a child in the eye of a nightmare