People Ain't No Good - Lloyd Cole

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 at all

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 that 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 baby

People just ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good at all

People they ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good at all