People are suffering. I'll say it again. People are suffering. I'll say it again. People are suffering. I'll say it again. So remember when you're looking for trouble. That trouble is already busy with weaker men. People are hungry. I'll say it again. People are hungry. I'll say it again. People are hungry. I'll say it again. So don't you abuse that body. It'll snap without assistance my friends. The song goes on. I'll sing again until the music enervates. The song goes on. The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away. The song goes on. Through centuries of history it reverberates. The song goes on. On curving comets track the music makes it way. This song is so long. It ends up where it begins. People are lonely. I'll say it again. People are lonely. I'll say it again. People are lonely. I'll say it again. So don't let them run too far from home. You'll be alone for sure on that you can depend. People are bleeding. I'll say it again. People are bleeding. I'll say it again. People are bleeding. I'll say it again. So put away that switchblade knife. Tighten up the knot that'll help this bloodshed end. The song goes on - the song goes on. This song. Is so long. It ends up where it begins.. People are suffering. I'll say it again and again. People are hungry. I'll say it again and again. People are lonely. I'll say it again and again..