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