The World (And All Its Problems) — 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 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?


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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


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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)