John Wesley Harding - All Its Problems

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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