The World (And All Its Problems)
I was holding up a cigarette and trying to find my mouth
Trying hard to look so cool like any other ticket out
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
Autor(es): John Wesley Harding
