Hard Days - Austin Plaine

I know that I was given everything I could take

From the moment I was living I was dying to make

Nothing out of something or real out of fake

It’s hard days livin' in the world

Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands

And the other in his pocket with a feverish grin

Could you spare me a dollar, whatever you can?

It’s hard days livin' in the world

The mother in the market with her kids in the line

Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive

The water isn’t running, the bills pile high

It’s hard days livin' in the world

The paper treads of terror and an oil hike

The communistic pleasures of a union strike

The president shelters in his bed at night

It’s hard days livin' in the world

The soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart

As his mother gets the letter saying, «He fought hard»

It doesn’t help the matter if he’s honored or not

It’s hard days livin' in the world

The choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts

The family in the front row lookin' to hurt

And everyone’s an angel for whatever it’s worth

It’s hard days livin' in the world

I know that I was given everything I could take

From the moment I was living I was dying to make

Nothing out of something or real out of fake

It’s hard days livin' in the world

It’s hard days livin' in the world

It’s hard days livin' in the world