john wesley harding
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