How could anyone be lonely?
With all these faces in the madding crowd
With all those hands toiling out in the country
And all those feet walking round in the in the town
We're all just living a little bit
And then dying a whole lot
Holding tight to whatever it is that we got
Just trying to keep a little something
In the a world of heartless people
Heartless people
Boy, they sure got a lotta nerve
Heartless people
With no brother to keep and nothing to serve
Once I was a fair young lass
Chewing on my fingernails
Kicking gravel down the road to Damascus
Trying to wash my eyes of scales
I used to stay up all night
Talking my phone dead
With the TV shining on my unmade bed
I was giving every waking hour to a world of heartless people
Heartless people
They might be living but what is it worth?
Heartless people
When there is no hell like the hell on this earth
Boy, the nerve of some people
The nerve of some people sometimes
They'll sell you right down the river
For a pocket full of nickels and dimes
The nerve of some people
The nerve of some people, I swear
There's an ocean full of sorrow and it's just like they don't care
Nobody cares
The nerve of some people
The nerve of some people sometimes
Heartless people
The nerve of some people
The nerve of some people sometimes
Heartless people
The nerve of some people
The nerve of some people sometimes
Heartless people
