John Campbell World Of Trouble
I left the station walking. You know the time of night
The buses don’t run through the outskirts of paradise
I heard a gunshot. I saw a razor flash.
If you don’t open your eyes this breath could be your
last.
There’s a whole world of trouble, babe,
What’s this hatred for?
I don’t go near the alley. There’s hungry wolves in
there.
I can hear their stomachs growling from frustration and
despair.
Siren screams in the distance, another dirty deals gone
down.
Just an ordinary night on the wrong side of town.
I feel a cold wind blowing. It chills me to the bone.
My heart is hanging heavy for those folks here with no
home.
I walk up my steps, turn the lock once more.
Shake my head and wonder
What’s all this hatred for?
