Slave Thou hast slain me Villain, take my purse If I ever Bury my body The letters which though find'st about me To Edmund Earl of Gloucester Seek him out upon the British Party O untimely death I know thee well A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire What, is is he dead? Sit you down, Father, rest you
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Despair
I told you about strawberry fields You know the place where nothing is real Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows.
Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend I have always thought that it's a crime So, I will ask you once again Try to see it my way