The World Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

I was holding up a cigarette 

And trying to find my mouth 

Trying 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? 

I don't know, shut up and listen 

I'm walking out it's past midnight 

So I stay in the light 

Some guy's 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? 

It's the world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems, yeah 

All its problems 

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 

'Cause he tells them all so slow 

You can catch him on the news 

When he becomes a superhero 

It's the world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems, yeah 

All its problems 

I'm sitting on your sofa thinking 

How things rhyme 

How I wish you'd plug the dansette in 

And turn it up just one more time 

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up 

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 

It's the world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems, yeah 

It's the world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems 

The world and all its problems, yeah 

All its problems 

It's the world, yeah