Well, I gotta get the world off my back Or pretty soon I'm gonna crack So I gotta get the world off my back Somehow Leave me I'm sitting here thinking about the poems I used to write when I was just a little boy About that when I grew up Everything will be just fine Fancy clothes, cigars, drive the best cars But now I've grown up And I gotta get the world off my back My mind is beginning to go black So I gotta get the world off my back Somehow Babe I grew up and looked around me And I saw that the world was in a mess Thousands of hungry people Children starving, wars, injustice And everybody kept picking on me So I gotta get the world off my back Or pretty soon I'm gonna crack So I gotta get the world off my back Somehow Babe So I gotta get the world off my back My mind is beginning to go black So I gotta get the world off my back Somehow BabeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
