Hard Times (LP Version)

Cold, cold eyes on me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit Thinkin' Black on Black Strange creature out here havin' fits From my body house I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I'II pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me Havin' Hard Times in this crazy town Havin' Hard Times there's no love to be found From my body house I see like me another Familiar face of creed and race a brother But to my surprise I found another man corrupt Although he be my brother he wants to hold me up