The World and All Its Problems Lyrics by John Wesley Harding

The World and All Its Problems Lyrics

    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 other's blood, they're all out for the count
    Talking turkey all around me, what are they all on about?

    It's the world and all its problems
    The world and all its problems
    The world and all its problems


    I'm walking out it's past midnight, so i stay in the light
    Please stop breathing on my shoulder, he's 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, where's the beaten track tonight?


    (chorus)


    Jesus gandhi's on a limb out where good guys don't 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)


    I'm sitting on your sofa
    Thinking about how things rhyme
    How i wish you'd plug the dansette in
    And turn it up just one more time
    One more time


    Everybody wants all the truth but it's 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 i'd hate her so much sometimes and we knew the reason why


    (chorus)

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