The Hellacopters - Eleanor Rigby lyrics
The Hellacopters [Nicke Andersson, Robert Eriksson, Anders Lindström, Dregen, Dolf DeBorst] Stockholm, Sweden 🇸🇪
[The Hellacopters - Eleanor Rigby lyrics]
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Wait's at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in
A jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was
Buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as
He walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Wait's at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in
A jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was
Buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as
He walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?