Hard Times - Whyte Horses, John Grant

Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare

People all around me and they’re all in fear

They don’t seem to want me but they won’t admit

I must be some kind of creature up here having fits

From my party house, I’m afraid to come outside

Although I’m filled with love I’m afraid they’ll hurt my pride

So I play the part I feel they want of me

And I pull the shades so I won’t see them seein' me

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

Havin' hard times, in this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

From my party house I feel like meetin' others

Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother

But to my surprise I find a man corrupt

Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

Havin' hard times, in this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

So many hard times…

Sleepin' on motel floors

Knockin' on my brother’s door

Eatin' Spam and Oreos and drinkin' Thunderbird baby

In this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

Havin' hard times, in this crazy town

Havin' hard times, there’s no love to be found

I’m sick and tired

I’m sick and tired of payin' dues baby

And I’m sick and tired of havin' so many hard, hard times baby

And from my party house, from my party house