Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What a Bastard the World Is, artist - Yoko Ono. Album song Approximately Infinite Universe, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.01.1973
Record label: Chimera, Secretly Canadian
Song language: English
What a Bastard the World Is |
Early in the morning I feel my pillow |
I listen to the soundless phone |
My thighs are sweaty, freezing inside |
Our beds empty as ever |
What a bastard you are |
Leaving me all night missing you |
Slowly the door opens, you stand for a while |
See if I’m asleep or just closing my eyes |
I quickly get up and throw my pillows |
Throw an ashtray filled with butts |
Where were you all night |
If I may ask you so? |
Though I don’t care at all |
I’d just like to know |
Right! |
You weren’t near the phone to call me from |
Or is it you were afraid to wake me up? |
I’m sick and tired of listening to the same old crap |
You know half the world is occupied with you pigs |
I can always get another pig like you |
Youve heard of female liberation |
Well that’s for me |
Youll see me walk out one day |
And then where will you be? |
But dont you be too happy |
I ain’t walking out yet to give you satisfaction |
I’m first gonna find something other than the walls |
To have some human conversation |
Then I’ll glow, Ill be happy inside, my limbs will relax |
And I can walk out into the world, singing with my people |
But now I couldn’t even move my muscles to go near the door |
I’ve been sitting here too long and my legs are numb |
Are you listening, you jerk, you pig, you bastard |
You scum of the earth, you good for nothing |
Are you listening? |
Oh, don’t go, don’t go |
Please, don’t go |
I didn’t mean it, I’m just in pain |
I’m sorry, I’m sorry |
The door is closed, She’s left alone |
Making herself a breakfast |
Her hands are shaking, her eyes looking out |
Watching the trees grow day by day |
What a bastard the world is |
Taking my man away from me |
Taking the world away from me |
Female lib is nice for Joan of Arc |
But its a long, long way for Terry and Jill |
Most of us were taught not to shout our will |
Few of us are encouraged to get a job for skill |
And all of us live under the mercy of male society |
Thinking that their want is our need |