It's been winter time for a long old while,
Electricity Bill's gone and given up the fight,
And I'd be happy to be feeling fine,
All the truths I've told have turned to lies,
In these modern times.
This whole city smells of new paint,
The sunlight slips through the cracks in my headache,
I've been sleeping on Memorial Park benches,
Just trying to see what I bought,
with the hours I've been spending.
I've been living on the library steps,
Just trying to see what move I make next,
And you keep saying I can't keep living like this,
Well come on darling, no shit.
In these modern times.
In these modern times,
A man's gotta keep his feet to the ground,
A man's gotta drink his whiskey down,
A man's gotta learn to toe the line,
A man's gotta learn, learn to survive.
I've got money bleeding my out of my pocket,
You could count everything I own on one hand,
If you wanted.
And I don't know if the suns coming round,
I guess it'll come up, then it'll go down,
On these modern times.