Out of My Hands - Acoustic
Have to say I'm tired of reading all this tragedy
My morning feed 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
Sometimes I don't want to hear it, hear it
How does that make me a bigot?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
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
Sometimes I don't want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
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 want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
My morning feed 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
Sometimes I don't want to hear it, hear it
How does that make me a bigot?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
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
Sometimes I don't want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
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 want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
Credits
Writer(s): Karen Lucy Cowley, Caoimhe Ellen Barry, Saoirse Dearbhail Duane
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