The last man standing in our sinister charade
Beneath the crumbling arches of our counterfeit arcade
He nobly knelt before us
He sang our savior's we left him spinning bloody plates
Upon his broken blade

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to get by
That's just the weight of the world
The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to stay alive
That's just the weight of the world
We'll all be the weak and the weary some time

One woman whistling a wounded lullaby
And preaching pain to every unsuspecting passerby
We knew her well before this
She promised portraits of us
We cut her throat while she was waiting for the paint to dry

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to get by
That's just the weight of the world
The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to stay alive
That's just the weight of the world
We'll all be the weak and the weary some time

And in the distance we'll hear melancholy moans
The long forgotten have a habit of collecting loans

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to get by
That's just the weight of the world
The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world
We do what we must to stay alive
That's just the weight of the world
We'll all be the weak and the weary some time