Folks Lyrics

Can't count on folks

That you think you know

And I fail to give what people think they're owed

I'm alone again

I thought I'd make it in, but I won't

Told to fuck off on a Tuesday

Then I fucked a friend to learn that help comes late

That profane to you

Crude, but true

I just don't like most people

And folks don't care much for me

Ooh ooh

Woke up a saint that I'd hate to know

I'd sure like to stay, but it's known that I won't

I'm short of hope again

I'd hate to count on friends, so I don't

I just don't like most people

And folks don't care much for me

Ooh ooh

And I've stored up again

My judgmental threats you don't know of

And I've closed up again

Can only present myself so much

Uhh

Ooh ooh

Folks don't care much for me

Ooh hmm