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                         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 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             People just ain’t no good         People they ain’t no good        People they ain’t no good        People they ain’t no good        People they ain’t no good