People just ain't no good. I think that's well understood. You can see it everywhere you look. People just ain't no good. We were married under cherry trees. Under blossom we made our vows. All the blossoms come sailing down. Through the streets and through the playgrounds. The sun would stream on the sheets. Awoken by the morning bird. We'd buy the Sunday newspapers. And never read a single word. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. Seasons came seasons went. The winter stripped the blossoms bare. A different tree now lines the streets. Shaking its fists in the air. The winter slammed us like a fist. The windows rattling in the gales. To which she drew the curtains. Made out of her wedding veils. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. To our love send a dozen white lilies. To our love send a coffin of wood. To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo. That people they just ain't no good. To our love send back all the letters. To our love a valentine of blood. To our love let all the jilted lovers cry. That people they just ain't no good. It ain't in their hearts they're bad. They can comfort you some even try. They nurse you when you're ill of health. They bury you when you go and die. It ain't that in their hearts they're bad. They'd stick by you if they could. But that's just bullshit. People just ain't no good. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good. People they ain't no good.