Out of My Hands

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
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​Oh, sometimes I don't wanna hear it, hear it
​How does that make me a bigot
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​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