I've been walking round with holes in my shoes
For years and years I've been singing these blues
I can't find work and when I do
Can't live of the money they pay me.
And I know I'm not the only one
Walking around with limited funds
Running from the man with a badge and a gun
Is everybody I went to school with.
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
Well the Unions they've all gone and died
And them's that's left are trying to survive
While fat-cat bureaucrats walking in stride
With big fucking grins on their faces
And I wouldn't be so broke it wouldn't be so bad
If I wasn't always going and spending my cash
But the TV says I better spend it fast
And I always seem to do it
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
But I know how to grow my food
I can sew a patch or two
I don't need no swimming pool
Don't care that much for money
So let's all close our bank accounts
We can give 'em something to shout about
'Cause we're the hand that feeds the mouth
And I think they need reminding
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
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