[Intro] [Guitar] [Verse 1] Too much, too little, too fat, too thin, or nobody, Laughter or tears, haters, lovers, Strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks, Armies running through streets of blood, Waving wine bottles, bayoneting and screwing virgins, Or an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of Marilyn Monroe. [Chorus] There’s a loneliness in this world so great, You can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock, People so tired, mutilated by love or no love, People are not good to each other, one on one. [Verse 2] The rich aren’t good to the rich, the poor aren’t good to the poor, We are afraid, our educational system tells us, We can all be big-ass winners, But it hasn’t told us about the gutters or suicides, Or the terror of one person aching alone, untouched, unspoken to, Watering a plant. [Chorus] There’s a loneliness in this world so great, You can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock, People so tired, mutilated by love or no love, People are not good to each other, one on one. [Bridge] People are not good to each other, perhaps they never will be, I don’t ask them to be, but sometimes I think about it, The beads will sw