God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken heartsGuess he kissed the girls who made him cryThose hot-faced queens of misadventureGod knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken livesFar-reached thrones of muted angelsGiving love but getting nothing backOh, people help the peopleAnd if your home is sickGive me your hand and I'll hold itPeople help the peopleNothing will drag you downOh, and if I had to breakOh, and if I had to breakI'd be cold as a stoneOh, and if I had to breakRich as a fortuneAll those good hearts awayGod knows what is hiding in this worldOf little consequenceBehind the tears and saddened liesA thousand slowly dying sunsetsGod knows what is hiding in this worldGuess he kissed the girls who made him cryGod knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken heartsGuess he kissed the girls who made him cryAgainst the law and this pain knockingAnd no one needs to be aloneOh, say, manPeople help the peopleAnd if your home is sickGive me your hand and I'll hold itPeople help the peopleNothing will drag you downOh, and if I had to breakOh, and if I had to breakI'd be cold as a stoneRich as a fortuneAll those good hearts awayNa-na, na-na-naOoh-oohNa-na, na-na-naOoh-oohOoh-oohRich as a fortunePeople, help the peopleAnd if you're homesickGive me your hand and I'll hold youPeople, help the peopleNothing will drag you downOh, and if I had to breakOh, and if I had to breakI'd be cold as a stoneAnd rich as a foolI'd turn those good hearts away