Sad Old World - Frank Black

I know something about true love

I know something

It’s the kind of thing that you screw up

Over some dumb thing

I don’t know anyone who doesn’t try to give it a whirl

You better hang on

'Cause it’s a sad old world

Yeah, it’s a sad old world

Yeah, it’s a sad old world

Don’t try to tell me it’s gonna be alright

(You better hang)

Hello.

No, I mean you

You better hang on

'Cause it’s a sad old world

Yes, it’s a sad old world

I said it’s a sad old world

Don’t try to tell me it’s gonna be alright

I know something about sickness

I know something about that now

There’s nothing you can do except witness

No, there’s nothing you can do

And when the petals on the flower start to curl

Well you better hang on, now

You better hang on

You better hang on

'Cause it’s a sad old world

Yeah, it’s a sad old world

I said it’s a sad old world

I said it’s a sad old world

Yeah, it’s a sad old world