the doctor when, i swear, i was born, he said “sweet jesus what an ugly child”
he got a square head, he got a fat lip
i bet he’s gonna grow to hate this world sometimes
this is a vicious place, so i teach my kids, “you see trouble, come in, run and hide”
it’s such a sad world, it’s one lost paradise
it kinda wears you out, i hate this world sometimes
how come the sky is green?
how come the sun is orange?
how come the water tastes like turpentine?
how much you’re asking for a ticket out of here?
that’s way more than i’ve got, i hate this world sometimes
the holy ghost came and paid a little visit
all the cynics there were so unkind
they were throwing stones, they were carrying hatchets
they were out for blood, i hate this world sometimes
this place is full of pain filled memories
i can’t shake ’em, man i’m tired of trying
i’m going to lie down beneath the willow tree
trying to think of something sweet, i hate this world sometimes