Louden Swain - Hot Times lyrics

Hot times in the '70s Drugs are your friends and your enemies You're sober Then it's over Hold close all your vanities Swallow the obscenities No room for them To make amends But can you hold it In the palm of your hand break it down and make it understand Grip it tight like a marker in the sand type it up like you've got a plan fake the tell you got the winning hand hold your ground like a marker in the sand Hot trial of the century a little piece of history you always lose when you're on the news it's your biography all about you when you're the lead fall over then it's over