First World Problems Songtext
von Gemma Rogers

Another cold call from an unknown number
Shiver, wake up, dead from a cold slumber
I open my eyes
It′s half past noon, but I say morning
My kettle's broken, my blood is boiling
Why? Tell me why

I′m so lonely at home
Sitting with my broken phone
Dressed up with nowhere to go

Everybody's got their first world problems
If you wanna moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you're out of time

Can′t swing a cat in my one bed flat
I′m climbing up the walls now my nails are cracked
I whine, where's the wine?
Tell me why my Wi-Fi′s dead
Oh, Google, can't you hear me beg offline?
Throw me a line


So lonely at home
Sitting with my broken phone
Dressed up with nowhere to go

Everybody′s got their first world problems
If you wanna moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you're out of time
Everybody′s got their first world problems
If you wanna moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you're out of time

Darling, let's just drift away and find ourselves a sunny day
Where we can leave this world behind
We′re lost in some fool′s paradise
Take me home

Everybody's got their first world problems


If you want to moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you′re out of time
Everybody's got their first world problems
If you wanna moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you′re out of time
Everybody's got their first world problems

If you want to moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them
Get on with it quick before you′re out of time
Everybody's got their first world problems
If you wanna moan then get in line
Pull your finger out and you could solve them