the world s too much for me it s getting so too much needs doing here that i can t do for me it s not too bad i can t complain but somewhere a kid without a coat stands in the bitter rain the world s too much for me it s like the end too many helpless ones i can t defend i can protect myself from cold and pain i can t complain but somewhere a hungry kid walks in the bitter rain the world s too much for me although i ve tried too much goes on too much i can t abide the old give orders and the young are slain and somewhere a bleeding kid dies in the bitter rain