The sky was as black as the Bad Man's mustache

The sun was shining down tears

It just wouldn't set til the last child was wet

It shone for eleventy years

The world and his knife were leaning on me

And trying to cut me in two

Yeah the world and his knife were leaning on me

And me I was leaning on you

The kids were too high to ask themselves why

They ever had cause to be born

So they stayed in their beds and turned off their heads

And their dreams remained unadorned

The world and his dog were breathing on me

And stuck to the sole of my shoe

Yeah the world and his dog were leaning on me

And me I was leaning on you

Leaning, leaning on you

The Bad Man filled out and learned how to shout

His words colored the air

So I went to the place they used to call Grace

There weren't Nobody there

The world and his heart were beating on me

Til my soul was black and blue

Yeah he world and his heart were leaning on me

And me I was leaning on you

Leaning, leaning on you