Testo This World - Old 97's
Testo della canzone This World (Old 97's), tratta dall'album American Primitive
DJ DJ you ain't got no swing
None o' what you play don't say a thing
About how hard it is to be to be
This world is tryin' to kill me
Teacher teacher don't give me no grade
You got no idea how love gets made
This kinda test ain't got no key
This world is tryin' to kill me
Paper hearts on fishing wire
Family home consumed by mysterious fire
Your favorite bar don't give a damn about you
Your dream job's just a thing you do yeah
Doctor doctor you can't make me right
Darkness doesn't only come at night
These voices never set me free
This world is tryin' to kill me
Garage door closes while the engine whines
Cigarette tracers make infinity signs
These folks you know
Don't give a damn about you
Getting out of bed is just a thing you do yeah
DJ DJ dig into your crate
Make me want to cry or rollerskate
Break me in two break me in three
This world is tryin' to kill me
This world is tryin' to kill me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Murry Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Kendall Dewayne Bethea, Stewart Ransom Ii Miller
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