Parlor Mob Hard Times
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
