Lyrics to Weight Of The World
Monday fell hard like the weight the world,
Weighing down my shoulders
Tuesday why do you stay so late this I can't abide
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
You and me come on let's hitch a ride
Paint me confused on a carnival cruise
This tortured ambulance chaser
But I'm cured
I got two feet on the floor
I guess that's all I need
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
I must confide (I must confide)
I'm fit to be homeward rolling
A tune, beneath the wayward moon
Singin' me to sleep
And as the weekend's ending
With the weekdays pending
Having trouble comprehending...
how I'll make it through
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
Suck it down we're all gonna hitch a ride
Monday fell hard like the weight of the world
Weighing down my shoulders....
Weighing down my shoulders
Tuesday why do you stay so late this I can't abide
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
You and me come on let's hitch a ride
Paint me confused on a carnival cruise
This tortured ambulance chaser
But I'm cured
I got two feet on the floor
I guess that's all I need
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
I must confide (I must confide)
I'm fit to be homeward rolling
A tune, beneath the wayward moon
Singin' me to sleep
And as the weekend's ending
With the weekdays pending
Having trouble comprehending...
how I'll make it through
So I stand in line so I wait in line
Everyone must honor their own anodyne
So I hang around
So I hang around
And now we hear the homeless philharmonic singin'
All of Charlie's Angels to their heavenly convergence in the sky
Suck it down we're all gonna hitch a ride
Monday fell hard like the weight of the world
Weighing down my shoulders....
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