I have to say I'm tired of reading all this tragedy
My morning feet, it can't take the gravity
Oh I got into a fight, some drunken party
This girl in Mulligan's last night
Accused me of apathy
Oh, sometimes I don't wanna hear it, hear it
How does that make me a bigot
Oh, and I know it's hard for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
Oh, it's out of my hands
Oh it's out, it's out
And I know it's hard, but what can I do
See my world still turns round
See my world still turns round
My world, my world
She wouldn't give me a break, crying in equality
Oh the eighth and the state, she's never happy
And she said I have no empathy towards those refugees
I said that I just can't see them as a priority
Oh, sometimes I don't wanna face it, face it
What could I do to erase it
Oh, and I know it's hard for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
(Oh it's out of my hands)
Oh, it's out of my hands
Oh it's out, it's out
And I know it's hard, but what can I do
See my world still turns round
See my world still turns round
My world, my world
And I say look after our own
Except those junkies are scum
And of course chancers and whores
Oh I just won't answer the door
And I say look after our own
Except those junkies are scum
And of course chancers and whores
Oh I just won't answer the door
Sometimes I don't wanna face it, face it
What could I do to erase it
(What could I do)
Oh, and I know it's hard for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
(Isn't it out of my hands)
Oh, it's out of my hands
(Isn't it out of my, isn't it out of my, ooh)
Oh it's out, it's out
And I know it's hard, but what can I do
See my world still turns round
(You see my world)
See my world still turns round
(You see my world)
My world, my world