Lyrics:

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' nothing 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
Make me want to cry
In these modern times

Oh... oh-ohh... oh...

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 work boots, mama, and your mornin' 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
Ohh...