Lyrics:
Strange times
Music & Lyrics By Brian H Feddersen
Travel through with some speed
Pacing through on reckless feet
Is this what we have learned son
Driven by our cash greed
Painful run on borrowed fuel
Change to spare a heartbeat
What have we become son
Reckless minds, fools with guns
Choir part(Spoken)
Penetrate the greed, please
Forcing back tears cheers
Hungry souls to change minds
Help yourself it's strange times
They did not come to pay
It's cold, it's cold, on the old track
Painfully running on empty
Try to breathe, travel past
Race Horse fighting back
Running on that old track
Crazier than the average fool
It's cold it's cold, it's empty
Beggars can't be choosers
Beggars will be losers
Beggars can't be choosers
Beggars will be losers