black keys, the
modern times
they're gonna get to it tomorrow but they don't care at all they're gonna ease your pain and sorrow but we heard the same before all my lovin' friends takin' nothin' home and i can't be the one to lay troubles on all their homes are broken and what are they gonna do? there's no magic potion their lyin' 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 makes me wanna cry in these modern times oh.oh.oh i'm gonna scream it on a mountain to every valley wide it's all your money they're countin' and to your face they lie put on your workboots 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 wanna cry in these modern times in these modern times in these modern times oh.