The Problem

There's got to be some reason for all this misery
A secret evil corporation somewhere overseas
They're pulling strings, arranging things
It's a conspiracyWhat about the ones who shape the course of history?
What if we petitioned for one grand apology?
I'll write to my prime minister
You write your presidentEverybody's wondering how the world could get this way
If God is good, then how it could be filled with so much pain
It's not the age old mystery we've made it out to be
Yea, there's a problem with the world,
And the problem with the world is meWell some would say the devil and his legions,
They've put us in a headlock of submission
They lost all power over me, a long long time agoAnd since I was a kid, you know, I've caused a lot of hurt
But no one taught me how to put myself first
It came so very naturally,
I'm not a prodigy, noEverybody's wondering how the world could get this way
If God is good, then how it could be filled with so much pain
It's not the age old mystery we've made it out to be
Yea, there's a problem with the world,
And the problem with the world is meSo I will look no further than a mirror,
That's where the offender hides
So great is my need for A Redeemer...I cannot trust myself
No, I cannot trust myself
I cannot trust myself,
So I'll trust in someone elseOh, everybody's wondering how the world could get this way
If God is good, then how it could be filled with so much pain
It's not the age old mystery we've made it out to be
Yea, there's a problem with the world
And the problem with the world is me(The sooner you can sing along
The sooner you can sing this song
The sooner you can sing along
The sooner you can sing this song)The sooner you can sing along
The sooner you can sing this song
The happier we'll be, the happier we'll beThe sooner you can sing along
The sooner you can sing this song
The happier we'll beThe problem with the world is me