Lyrics Waiting for the World - Live at La Trobe - The Angels

There's a bad man on the corner
There's a fire on the wall
The gypsy clown is dancing with the bad man
And the wall says nothing at all

Barefooted could've-beens, playing snakes and ladders, climbing up the gravel walk
Welcome them inside and you watch their words collide as they try to talk
Show them the door to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
Then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world to come to you

Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good all faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world to come to you

Show them the door to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
Then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew
Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good old faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you

That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world to come to you

Hey you
That's you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world
Waiting, waiting
Waiting for the world to come to you

Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
You're just waiting for the world to come to you

That's you, that's you
That's you, you, you, you
Hey, two