(Sing along with orig. Beatle's tune)
Look at all the unsaved people...
All the unsaved people...
Leanor Rigsby prays for the souls of the lost where a drive-by has been.
The shot was so clean.
She's crying inside, and she don't know if she can live life any more.
She slams the door.
All the unsaved people.
Where will they all go?
All the unsaved people.
Are they still writing poems?
Kensie McFather puts out his Marlboro when her confession is done.
No one has won.
Learns as he hustles.
Counting each penny that he's stolen from the plate.
Is it too late?
All the unsaved people.
Where will they all go?
All the unsaved people.
Are they still writing poems?
Yo, all the unsaved people...
All the unsaved people...
Leanor Rigsby went down to the lake to hear the new baptism song.
Held under too long.
Kensie McFather dries off his hands on a towel from the Harlem Hotel.
He'll rot in Hell.
All the unsaved people.
Where will they all go?
All the unsaved people.
Are they still writing poems?
Yo, all the unsaved people...
All the unsaved people...




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