笨小笨Times Like These歌词由Dan Pettitt演唱，出自专辑《Chronology - Story Seasons - the Early Years (Sampler)》，下面是《Times Like These》完整版歌词！
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My face is old, my eyes are dark
I been feelin' the cold, I can barely laugh
There's a woman in my mind, adult as she can be
She got fine tainted sunglasses, her perfume's in the breeze
Been far from home, been across the bay
I been bowin' my head in the faint rain
But I'm through with it all, I just can't breathe
Losers and winners, it's all the same to me
In times like these
The plot is empty, the skies are far
So far away from me I just can't start
There's a window in my mind and it's been closed for so long
Holdin' everythin' together with wine, women and song
My friends are out at parties, my associates are in the cities
I been all holed up in this room filled with pity
Handles are shakin' on doors, winds are beating the trees
There's no luck left, I've been watchin' the seas
In times like these
The day is shallow, always something in the way
Up until now I been walkin' away
Hard times and misfortune are burnin' up the trail
What life there is to be living is set up to fail
No time to turn, there's no breakin' out
Crime and apathy are what it's all about
Nature's makin' a revolt, there's always a scream
All that's left is disaster and disease
In times like these
War and mistrust, celebration and peace
These things you put your faith in I just can't see
If there's something on your mind tell it to me
Everywhere you go you feel the freeze
Politics and justice, it's all a lie
Nothin' but machines, the city's a squeeze
In times like these
Every day it's gettin' worse
Watch the news on TV, catch all the dirt
Each day there's a new revelation about the changing of the times
The thoughts that you're readin' seem to make up your mind
Coat-tails like in black varnish, must be a gothic month
I'm sipping straight tonics, I'm not up to much
Traitors and false prophets, gossip and thieves
Everyone wants to believe what they wanna believe
In times like these
My hair is silver black, my hands are pale
The thoughts that I have would send me to jail
There's someone on my tail, they been actin' real close
Everything is a sell from here to the coast
I heard it yesterday: "you look like a ghost"
But then the mirror cracked and I was left on my own
Been thinkin' too much, been tryin' to make peace
Peace with the demons inside of me
In times like these
