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William Patrick Corgan – Hard Times lyrics
Scream like jets off to Orion
As drone bless kin
And the hills sing prayers of America
It’s hard times we’re in
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
Soon, the only gentle voice you’ll hear
Is one you cannot know to fear
The kind that’s cut draws blood from filth
It’s what fate’s, it feeds the toil of fallen men
A buy-in sweeps limb from limb
Is plucked by poison quill, but don’t stand still
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times
Fear the not, hands of a maker
And chairmen guilt sobs
But still loyal meet for the satyrs
Its hard times, is what you’ve got
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times, hard times
Soon, the only gentle voice you’ll hear
Is one you cannot know to fear
The kind that’s cut draws blood from filth
It’s what’s fate’s, it feeds the toil of fallen men
A buy-in sweeps limb from limb
Plucked by poison quill, but don’t stand still
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times, hard times
It’s hard times
As drone bless kin
And the hills sing prayers of America
It’s hard times we’re in
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
It’s hard times
Soon, the only gentle voice you’ll hear
Is one you cannot know to fear
The kind that’s cut draws blood from filth
It’s what fate’s, it feeds the toil of fallen men
A buy-in sweeps limb from limb
Is plucked by poison quill, but don’t stand still
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times
Fear the not, hands of a maker
And chairmen guilt sobs
But still loyal meet for the satyrs
Its hard times, is what you’ve got
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times, hard times
Soon, the only gentle voice you’ll hear
Is one you cannot know to fear
The kind that’s cut draws blood from filth
It’s what’s fate’s, it feeds the toil of fallen men
A buy-in sweeps limb from limb
Plucked by poison quill, but don’t stand still
Its hard times, hard times
Its hard times, hard times
It’s hard times
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