Zap him again
Zap the son of a bitch again

Ya live your life like it’s a coma
So won’t you tell me why we’d wanna
With all the reasons you give it’s
It’s kinda hard to believe
But who am I to tell you that I’ve seen
any reason why you should stay
Maybe we’d be better off without you anyway

You got a one way ticket
On your last chance ride
Gotta one way ticket
To your suicide
Gotta one way ticket
An there’s no way out alive
An all this crass communication
That has left you in the cold
Isn’t much for consolation
When you feel so weak and old
But is home is where the heart is
Then there’s stories to be told
No you don’t need a doctor
No one else can heal your soul

Got your mind in submission
Got your life on the line
But nobody pulled the trigger
They just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch ‘em waving goodbye
They be callin’ in the morning
They be hangin’ on the phone
They be waiting for an answer
When you know nobody’s home
And when the bell’s stopped ringing
It was nobody’s fault but your own
There were always ample warnings
There were always subtle signs
And you would have seen it comin’
But we gave you too much time
And when you said that no one’s listening
Why’d your best friend drop a dime
Sometimes we get so tired of waiting
For a way to spend our time
An “It’s so easy” to be social
“It’s so easy” to be cool
Yeah it’s easy to be hungry
When you ain’t got shit to lose
And I wish that I could help you
With what you hope to find

But I’m still out here waiting
Watching reruns of my life
When you reach the point of breaking
Know it’s gonna take some time
To heal the broken memories
That another man would need
Just to survive…

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice at the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Sits by the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

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 belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
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.