Where have all the good people gone?
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of lies,
Four and twenty politicians with fire in their eyes.
When the lies were exposed they change their tune to sing,
“I didn’t know. It’s not my fault. It wasn’t me.”
Where’ve all the good people gone?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
What’s to become of us all?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight.
Well Humpty Dumpty sat up on his wall
So high above the others, and self appointed as judge of them all.
Well my dear Humpty, I hope that you will recall:
That after pride, there comes a fall.
Where’ve all the good people gone?
I don’t know, don’t know.
What’s to become of us all?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight.
Mary’s little lamb was once as white as snow.
It followed Mary to the dirty places she would go.
The alcohol and chemicals brought wolves to steal her soul.
And now her heart is black as coal.
Where’ve all the good people gone?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
What’s to become of us all?
I don’t know. Oh, I don’t know.
I bet the streets of heaven are empty tonight,
While the sinners and the hypocrites sit outside.
I pray to God that I might be wrong,
‘Cause I’m not quite sure which side I’ll be sitting on.
