Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Times , by - William Patrick Corgan. Song from the album Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
Hard Times |
| 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, It’s 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 |
| Its 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 |