Friday night, corner liquor store
A boy waves a gun, yells "open up the drawer!"
The owner replies with a loaded .44
Splatters him red on the black and white tile floor

Stop the world, I want to get off
Till repaired, then I'll get on again

Saturday night, she gives birth in a bathroom stall
Dumps her baby in the trash and strolls back to the ball
The jury finds her guilty, she breaks down in tears
She faces 20 to life, maybe serve two years

Stop the world, I want to get off
Till repaired, then I'll get on again
Stop the world from spinning slowly down to die
There's still time, but we must do more than cry

We cry and cry and cry
Yeah!

Sunday night, he hires a limousine
Stabs his wife and her lover, flees the bloody scene
For a year, the world would watch the courtroom drama on tv
Should've stopped the world right then before it set him free

Stop the world, I want to get off
Till repaired, then I'll get on again
Stop the world from spinning slowly down to die
There's still time, but we must do more than cry

Remember growing up, things weren't this bad
Didn't have much money, you made due with what you had
No reason to worry, walkin' down your street
Never locked your doors at night, there was no need

Stop the world, I want to get off
Till repaired, then I'll get on again
Stop the world from spinning slowly down to die
There's still time, but we must do more than cry
Stop the world, stop the world, I want to get off
Till repaired, then I'll get on again
Stop the world from spinning slowly down to die
There's still time