Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
Frank Black
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