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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
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
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
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