Stand Up Guys: The Stand Up Songs of Jon Bon Jovi

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"Hard Times"

Performed by:
Baby Huey

Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare

People all around me

and they're all in fear

They don't seem to want me

but they won't admit

I must be some kind of creature

up here having fits

From my party house,

I'm afraid to come outside

Although I'm filled with love

I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride

So I play the part

I feel they want of me

And I pull the shades

so I won't see them seein' me

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

From my party house,

I feel like meetin' others

Familiar faces, creed and race,

a brother

But to my surprise

I find a man corrupt

Although he be my brother,

he wants to hold me up

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

So many hard times...

Sleepin' on motel floors

Knockin' on my brother's door

Eatin' Spam and Oreos

and drinkin' Thunderbird baby

Had enough...

In this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

Havin' hard times in this crazy town

Havin' hard times,

there's no love to be found

- OK, Sid.

- Good luck to you.

You look like shit.

You look worse.

Yeah?

So I kinda missed you.

Missed you too.

- That just get weird?

- Yes, maybe a little.

Here, take your bags?

I can handle it.

- You remember this.

- Ah, my favorite car.

So...

this is me.

- You're kidding.

- Hey, this couch falls out.

Or you could sleep in the window seat.

This is the worst apartment

I've ever seen.

Hey, it's not much, but it's mine.

There's cable TV, everything.

- This is for me?

- No, it's for my other friend,

- who just got out of prison.

- Heh.

Whoa, "The Three Musketeers."

Hey, look at Hirschey.

Looks like a baby.

- Those were the days, my friend.

- Yeah.

Your place...

looks...

like where I just came from.

- Except it's worse.

- It's not to your liking? Sorry.

"Not to my liking"...

is the understatement of all time.

- There's cable TV.

- Yeah, I know, you said that already.

I got Starz and Showtime,

and I was in fucking lockdown.

I need to wash up.

Can I use the commode

for like two seconds?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

I hope the commode is to your liking.

Ah...

Hey, brother.

Could we skedaddle outta here, you think

You know, is Mama Zeech's still open?

Yeah.

Good, I've been dreaming

about their coffee.

Yeah, I could use a cup right now.

We could do whatever you want, Val.

It's your day.

Yeah, let's do it.

Yeah.

Feel like partying?

- Cause I could fucking party right now.

- No, I don't feel like partying.

So, what then?

I don't know what to tell you, Val.

I do the same thing everyday, I paint...

the sunrise, watch the cable TV,

try to eat right, relax, go to bed.

Nothing earth-shattering.

How's, uh, your daughter. How's Jessica?

She doesn't want me to find her.

- And?

- I did anyway, she's working...

Minneapolis.

Oh, yeah? Didn't she have a kid?

Your granddaughter?

She did... does.

What's she up to?

I couldn't find her.

I kept in touch with some people.

What people?

Well, what people do you think?

Friends.

High, low places.

Friends who would be...

amenable to us having our comeback.

- I'm retired.

- You're retired.

I'm serious.

Another subject.

I could really fucking party.

- You know what I'm saying?

- Should we go to Miss D's?

Miss D's?

Still exists?

It's Doc, I called.

- Yeah.

- This is Val.

- Yeah, yeah.

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