Do The Lonely Suffer More, Or Less, Or Just The Same?

Release the dogs again
It's time to change the song you sing
Or the people may suspect something

Bring on the icy hell
'Cos the stereotype of selflessness
Leaves a pain that neither benefits or sits too well

Back to where the problem began
When you're tired of the race
And you're bored of the man
So you trade it in for nothing so familiar

Ooh so familiar
Ooh let it crucify
The centuries Of family
Successes been destroyed this time around
and bury it in the ground

Push it down down down down
Back to where the planets collide
and the crack in the universe is wide
Like a butterfly's wings
And the resulting tide it's building

Ooh so familiar
as you move the posts around
But buried in the ground
Half memories do the rounds

Of two little girls and one woman
Two little girls and one woman
Two little girls in one woman

So there once lived this man
A domestic violence denizen
With a place in hell and a drink in hand

He carved an identity
On the shit-house door of history
For terrifying the young and the weak

When it seems he could not die
No conventional modes of expiry apply
When your belly's so big
That a nine inch knife doesn't kill ya

When hell is familiar
I guess you don't mind taking prisoners
So it came to pass with lungs collapsed
In a council flat with no-one else around

The bastard in the ground heard the prisoners cheering
Now and then I ask myself
Do The Lonely Suffer More, Or Less, Or Just The Same At The Point Of Death?

Ooh
While the jury's out to the pain they put in
What is never in doubt is everyone moved on but them
Sing hallelujah, For the pain that drove us on
(everyone moved on)
And the new life that began when they were gone