Hard times lyrics

Scream thy jets off to Orion

as drone blurs 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 kindest cut draws blood from filth

as what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men.

Albion sweeps limb from limb

as plucked by poison quill,

but don't stand still.

It's hard, hard times.

It's hard times.

Fear thee not, hands of our maker.

Enchantment guilds sop.

First to war, you're meat for the satyrs.

It's hard times is what you've got.

It's hard times.

Hard times.

It's hard times.

Hard times.

Soon, soon the only gentle voice you'll hear

is one you cannot know to fear.

The kindest cut draws blood from filth

as what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men.

Albion sweeps limb from limb

as plucked by poison quill,

but don't stand still.

It's hard, hard times.

It's hard, hard times.

It's hard times.

• Artist:Billy Corgan
• Album:Cotillions