This World

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Old 97's - Rock

This World

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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 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 is 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 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Ken Bethea
  • Murry Hammond
  • Philip Peeples
  • Rhett Miller