They´re going to get to it tomorrow
But they don´t care at all
They´re going to ease your pain and sorrow
But we heard the same before
All my loving friends taking nothing home

And I can´t be the one to lay troubles on

All their homes are broken
And what are they going to do?
There´s no magic potion
Their lying days are through
Love and lust go hand-in-hand
Everything turn to dust in our promised land

Take the well-dressed man
And watch him pass you by
Work your life away
Make me want to cry
In these modern times
Oh oh oh

I´m going to scream it on a mountain
To every valley wide

It´s all your money they´re counting
And to your face they lie
Put on your work boots, mama and your morning gown
Twelve men dead today they´re already in the ground

See the well-dressed man
Watch him pass you by
Work your life away
Make me want to cry
In these modern times
In these modern times
In these modern times
Oh