THE MARTYR

Why is it I have to do this? Why is it I can’t refuse this? 

Your car’s too old. You can’t dress or pretend you’re me. 
You drive too slow. You’re not right. You can’t even fight. 
My finger burns. It’s too hot, my shoes are tight. 
The weight of the world is always left right on my shoulders.

All I should do is give a little bit, a little bit more.                     Oh, I will try to save a little more. Everything is my concern.

I’ll give up, but I’ll give a try. I’ll buck up and I just might cry.
I may give you the terror of terrors and live to die for you and you for all of you! 

The job’s too big. Reward’s small. It’s a tragedy. 
The problems loom in your face. I can see your plight. 
But my back is strong. Oh, Sir Murphy, I’ll just break your laws. 
The weight of the world is always left right on my shoulders.

Chorus

Why is it I have to do this? Why is it I can’t refuse this? 

My mind’s too wild. I can’t think straight about it. 
The time I’ve got, it’s to go save the planet. 
Trouble in the city, trouble in the burbs. 
Trouble in the desert across the seas. 
I’m saving the world and like a baby I’m complaining.

Chorus

When will it end? Cause I think I’ve had enough.
Didn’t I try to carry the world on my own?

Chorus-Why is it I have to do this? Why is it I can’t refuse this?