You know what time it is (Music) I can't stop it I can't cope There's no slack at the end of my road You call me crazy And I admit it You got a problem You gotta deal with it I ain't too proud to pick I just don't need your help so fuck it I'll put my socks on But I'm not dressing up for you I come alive when I lose control Get over the low Let the high times roll Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times I can't stop it I'm not tired I don't stop at the end of my ride You call me crazy You keep walking Cause I'm done with the goddamned talking I ain't too proud to pick I just don't need your help so fuck it I split my shag up And now I think I'm clubbing, too It didn't say but I can taste it Like the morning after I kicked the elephant And now it's coming after you Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times (Everybody's looking fucked up) Hard times (Oh yeah) Hard times (Everybody's looking fucked up) Hard times I come alive when I lose control Get over the low And let the high times roll I come alive when I lose control I come alive when I lose control Get over the low And let the high times roll Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times Hard times (Everybody's looking fucked up) Hard times (Oh, yeah) Hard times (Everybody's looking fucked up) Hard times Uh!
