Out of My Hands

I have to say, I'm tired of reading all this tragedy
My morning feed, it can't take the gravity
Oh, I got into a fight, some drunken piety
This girl in Mulligan's last night accused me of apathy

Oh, whoa, oh
Sometimes I don't wanna hear it, hear it
How does that make me a bigot?

Oh, whoa, oh
And I know it's sad 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 sad, 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 it a break, crying inequality
Oh, the 8th and the State, she's never happy
Then she said I had "no empathy" towards those refugees
I said that I just can't see them as a priority

Oh, whoa, oh
Sometimes I don't wanna face it, face it (don't wanna)
What could I do to erase it?

Oh, whoa, oh
And I know it's sad 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 sad, 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
Excepting junkies or scum
And of course chancers and whores
Oh, I just won't answer the door
And I say look after our own
Excepting junkies or scum
And of course chancers and whores
Oh, I just won't answer the door

Sometimes I don't wanna face it, face it (don't wanna)
What could I do to erase it? (oh, what could I do?)

Oh, whoa, oh
And I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands (isn't it out of my)
Oh, it's out of my hands (isn't it out of my)
Oh, it's out, it's out
And I know it's sad, but what can I do?
See, my world still turns (see, my world)
See, my world still turns (see, my world)
My world, my world