| Song | People Ain't No Good |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | The Boatman's Call |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| People just ain't no good | |
| I think that's welll 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 at all | |
| To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
| To our love send a coffin of wood | |
| To our love let aal 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 that 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 at all |
| zuo ci : Cave | |
| People just ain' t no good | |
| I think that' s welll 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 at all | |
| To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
| To our love send a coffin of wood | |
| To our love let aal the pinkeyed 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 that 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 at all |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| People just ain' t no good | |
| I think that' s welll 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 at all | |
| To our love send a dozen white lilies | |
| To our love send a coffin of wood | |
| To our love let aal the pinkeyed 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 that 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 at all |