Loneliness has followed me all my life.
There never has been any choice for me.
All the animals come out at night
The idea had been growing in my mind;
I’ve got some bad ideas in my head.
Loneliness has followed me all my life.
Too much abuse has gone on for too long:
You’re in a hell, you’re gonna die in Hell!
All the animals come out at night.
Every muscle has got to be tight;
You’re only as healthy as you feel.
Loneliness has followed me all my life.
My record is clean, clean as my conscience.
I am no kettle. I am no pot.
All the animals come out at night.
I could sense it. I knew I was right.
Here is a man who finally stood up.
Loneliness has followed me all my life.
All the animals come out at night.
--R.D. Baker
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