THE WAY OF THE WORLD
By Gypsy
Spoken words: In this life of trying to please people, it leaves you without the choice of pleasing yourself.
Life was meant to live, it was made so easy
It was meant to do things you want to do
But some people think you must follow their direction
And you have to do what they want you to
Them alone have the blueprint for living
The things you should do, them alone must tell
And if you should follow in their direction
They make your life complicated like hell.
Somebody going to love the things that you say
Somebody going to hate you for saying it that way
Somebody going to love the things that you do
Somebody will hate you for doing them too
Somebody going to love the way that you look
Somebody going to find you look like a mook
Nothing you could do, it's out your control
That is just the way of the world.
You see, if you trying to please everybody
Something wrong with you, you have to be mad
Take a walk to the sun, that might be more easy
But trying to please everybody is hard
You might just end up like little Jack Horner
Everybody pulling you in a different corner
At no time in life would you be at ease
If everybody you trying to please.
Somebody going to find that you are real brilliant
Somebody going that that you have real class
Somebody going to find that you are a genius
Somebody going to find that you're a real ass
Somebody going to find that you are kindhearted
Somebody going to find you callous and cold
Nothing you could do, life must take its toll
That is just the way of the world.
This world's made up of over seven billion
You must understand that you are just one
Nothing that you started is ever finished
Nothing you think you finish is ever done
Somebody always there to criticise it
They know exactly what you should do
This pleasing business so complicated
Sometimes in life you can't even please you.
You just tell yourself you ent saying nothing
But something inside you say you must talk
You just tell yourself from here you ent moving
But something inside you tell you to walk
You hungry like hell, you going and eat something
But something inside you say you too fat
Nothing you could do, you can't even please you
'Cause the world is made up like that.
Somebody going to love the things that you say
Somebody going to hate you for saying it that way
Somebody going to love the things that you do
Somebody will hate you for doing them too
Somebody going to love the way that you look
Somebody going to find you look like a mook
Nothing you could do, it's out your control
That is just the way of the world.
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody...
By Gypsy
Spoken words: In this life of trying to please people, it leaves you without the choice of pleasing yourself.
Life was meant to live, it was made so easy
It was meant to do things you want to do
But some people think you must follow their direction
And you have to do what they want you to
Them alone have the blueprint for living
The things you should do, them alone must tell
And if you should follow in their direction
They make your life complicated like hell.
Somebody going to love the things that you say
Somebody going to hate you for saying it that way
Somebody going to love the things that you do
Somebody will hate you for doing them too
Somebody going to love the way that you look
Somebody going to find you look like a mook
Nothing you could do, it's out your control
That is just the way of the world.
You see, if you trying to please everybody
Something wrong with you, you have to be mad
Take a walk to the sun, that might be more easy
But trying to please everybody is hard
You might just end up like little Jack Horner
Everybody pulling you in a different corner
At no time in life would you be at ease
If everybody you trying to please.
Somebody going to find that you are real brilliant
Somebody going that that you have real class
Somebody going to find that you are a genius
Somebody going to find that you're a real ass
Somebody going to find that you are kindhearted
Somebody going to find you callous and cold
Nothing you could do, life must take its toll
That is just the way of the world.
This world's made up of over seven billion
You must understand that you are just one
Nothing that you started is ever finished
Nothing you think you finish is ever done
Somebody always there to criticise it
They know exactly what you should do
This pleasing business so complicated
Sometimes in life you can't even please you.
You just tell yourself you ent saying nothing
But something inside you say you must talk
You just tell yourself from here you ent moving
But something inside you tell you to walk
You hungry like hell, you going and eat something
But something inside you say you too fat
Nothing you could do, you can't even please you
'Cause the world is made up like that.
Somebody going to love the things that you say
Somebody going to hate you for saying it that way
Somebody going to love the things that you do
Somebody will hate you for doing them too
Somebody going to love the way that you look
Somebody going to find you look like a mook
Nothing you could do, it's out your control
That is just the way of the world.
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody...
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Gypsy.
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare
