Queen of the World - The Bottle Rockets

Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed Take a look at all the suffering we breed So many lonely faces scattered all around Searching for what they need Is this the world we created? What did we do it for? Is this the world we invaded Against the law? So it seems in the end Is this what we're all living for today? The world that we created You know that every day a helpless child is born Who needs some loving care inside a happy home Somewhere, a wealthy man is sitting on his throne Waiting for life to go by Oh-oh, is this the world we created? We made it on our own Is this the world we devasted, right to the bone? If there's a God in the sky, looking down What can he think of what we've done To the world that He created?

Alright Got a tow from a guy named Joe Cost 60 dollars, hope I don't run out of dough Told me 'bout a sex offense, put him three days in jail Stuck in Indianapolis, hope I'll live to tell the tale Can't go west, can't go east I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased Ten days on the road, now I'm four hours from my hometown Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around? Called my girl to tell her of the trouble that I had First time I called her in ten days, guess that made her mad Far as she's concerned I belong in this Hoosier State Stuck in Indianapolis with no way to set things straight Can't go west, can't go east I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased Ten days on the road, now I'm four hours from my hometown Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around? Sittin' in this bar is gettin' more than I could stand If I could catch a ride, really I think I'd ditch this van Who knows what this repair will cost, scared to spend a dime I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time But If I ever leave here, I hope never to return If I get that van back, man, the road I'm gonna burn Right now my future's in the hands of the boys, down at Firestone Stuck in Indianapolis, feelin' all alone Can't go west, can't go east I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased Ten days on the road, now I'm four hours from my hometown Is this hell or Indianapolis with no way to get around Is this hell or Indianapolis With no way to get around

Another week it's time to say hello. Well is it over yet? Probably so. There's just no controllin' This rollin with the flow. When it's alway half past now awhile ago. (Chorus) It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. (Chorus) Tuesday means the weekends almost here. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday disappear. Well Saturday means Sunday's almost in the rearview mirror. The future's certain end is always near. (Chorus) It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. (Chorus) 4... 3... 2... 1... Go! Let's fly. And be thankful for another try. Thanks for one more try. (Guitar solo) (Chorus) It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. (Chorus) (Chorus) It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. It goes so fast it won't slow down. It's Monday everytime I turn around. (Chorus) Monday everytime I turn around. It's Monday everytime I turn around. Monday everytime I turn around. End.