The World — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

I was holding up a cigarette and trying to find my mouth

Tyring hard to look so cool like any other ticket tout

People sipping on each others blood, theyre all out for the count

Talking turkey all around me, what are they all on about?



Its the world and all its problems

The world and all its problems

The world and all its problems





Im walking out its past midnight, so I stay in the light

Please stop breathing on my shoulder, hes just trying to start a fight

He says "what was that you called me? " and something says I might

Just try to reason with him, wheres the beaten track tonight?





(chorus)





Jesus gandhis on a limb out where good guys dont go

Telling all these parables that everybody knows

And no-one wants to hear them cos he tells them all so slow

You can catch him on the news when he becomes a superhero





(chorus)





Im sitting on your sofa

Thinking about how things rhyme

How I wish youd plug the dansette in

And turn it up just one more time

One more time





Everybody wants all the truth but its easier to lie

Me I love this girl called ruth, we had to say goodbye

I loved her so much sometimes that it made me wanna die

And Id hate her so much sometimes and we knew the reason why





(chorus)