Heartless People

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