Hard Times from Contender by Lach

Don't even bother trying to remember
What went down the last three days
Nightclubs, whispers, a powder white haze
Making love in the after hours
Taxis that drive like they’re in Madrid
Sleeping with women, waking with kids
Wondering over breakfast what it was you did
You've been hitting on hard times
Hitting on hard times oh yeah
Hitting on hard times
Oh yeah yeah yeah

You got it all but you want more
But of what leaves you unsure
You got no disease but you're still looking for a cure
As the dance floor turns into a candy store
You know home in bed is where you belong
And you swear you'll leave right after this song
If you can just ditch the bitch you've been hitting on
You've been hitting on hard times oh yeah
Hitting on hard times oh yeah
Hitting on hard times
Oh yeah yeah yeah

You're not getting high you're getting a headache
You're barely getting by on the fortunes that you make
The miss you took she turned out to be mistake
As you pound her with a love that feels more like hate
You know home in bed is where you belong
And you swear you'll leave right after this song
If you can just ditch the bitch you've been hitting on
You've been hitting on hard times oh yeah
Hitting on hard times oh yeah
Hitting on hard times
Oh yeah yeah yeah

• Rock
• anti-folk
• antifolk
• folk
• pop
• punk
• Edinburgh