I once met an old man walking his goat
He had white fingers and a ripped up old coat
He bared his black teeth as he passed me by
He said, "we're lonely people, you and I
Cause we have friends who are never there
And distant cousins who show us no care
We feed our sick hearts with whiskey and dance
Knowing one day we will be devoured by ants
We're lonely people, me and you
We hide all the troubles that we've been through
So we climb back into our sad empty shells
Betting on poker and deep wishing wells
Lonely, lonesome, aloof and astray
We count down the minutes day by day"
A world to explore, and he's there with his goat
Looking pathetic in his tattered grey coat
His goat is his friend and his friend is his life
His life is his misery and misery is his wife
Loneliness spreads like black fleas
It travels around like a gruesome disease
I caught the malady from that dirty old man
I should've ignored him, I should've just ran
Now I walk around with a goat by my side
Talking to strangers, lonely people, you and I
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