Hard times. Hard times. Again? Pause the pleasures. Count the tears. Count them up. Another year. We drink sorrow with the poor, then ask for more, then lock the door. There's a song in everybody's ears. Same song. Same as last year. It's the song, it's the sigh, of the weary passing by. It's the song, it's the sigh... Still alive. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. You've been hanging, hanging round my door. Hard times, hard times, haven't you had your fill? Apparently not. Hard times, come again no more. No more. No more. No more. More. We seek mirth. We seek beauty. Music bright and something pretty. Turn it up. Don't look outside. Someone's fainting by the door. No voice. No sound. No grand appeal. Just a face that makes it real. You see it. I see it. We see it. Leave it. You see it. I see it. DON'T LEAVE IT. It's the song, it's the sigh, of the weary passing by. It's the look you can't ignore. Hard times. At the door. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. You've been hanging, hanging round my door. Hard times, hard times, haven't you had your fill? Apparently not. Hard times, come again no more. More... Door... Poor... More... Door... Poor... Count the pleasures. Count the tears. Which one's winning? Take a guess. There's a sigh across the water. There's a wail along the shore. There's a murmur round the lowly grave: Not again. Again. There's a sigh across the water. There's a wail beneath the floor. There's a hundred million voices saying: COME AGAIN NO MORE. Hard times. Hard times. How long? Long enough. How much? More than enough. How many? Count the tears. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. Too many days around my door. Hard times, hard times, haven't you had your fill? NO MORE. NO MORE. Hard times, hard times, come again no more. There's still somebody fainting at the door. Hard times, hard times, Haven't you had your fill? Hard times. No more. Hard times. No more. NO MORE.
