Lyrics Hard Times - William Patrick Corgan

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