Hard Days

I know that I was given everything I could take From the moment I was livin' I was dyin' to make Nothing out of something or real out of fake It's hard days livin' in the world Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands And the other in his pocket, a feverish grin "Could you spare me a dollar, whatever you can?" It's hard days livin' in the world The mother in the market with her kids in a line Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive The water isn't running, the bills pile high It's hard days livin' in the world The paper treads of terror and an oil hike The communistic pleasures of a union strike The president shelters in his bed at night It's hard days livin' in the world The soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart As his mother gets the letter saying he fought hard It doesn't help the matter if he's honored or not It's hard days livin' in the world The choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts The family in the front row looking to hurt And everyone's an angel for whatever it's worth It's hard days livin' in the world I know that I was given everything I could take From the moment I was livin' I was dyin' to make Nothing out of something or real out of fake It's hard days livin' in the world