Some make their bliss in time for tea.
Some savor chat uncivilly.
It’s this or that.
Or could it be?
Oh, misery loves company.
That misery loves company.
Yeah, some savor this.
And the mind that I free.
Some block her kiss.
And her time with me.
Some savor sips, and a little chat time to time.
Oh, misery loves company, rhyme.
Some fill their pockets.
With the dollars and change.
Baby, I’m the light here.
I’m the pretty bountiful range.
Some fill their pockets with nickels and dimes.
I’m just I love you’s; and I’m all of the times.
They look for vision.
But they never do see.
Oh, misery loves company.
Misery loves company.
And so in circles.
Yeah, some babies cry.
Looking from their own selves.
Out of pure misery.
Some babies are sorry.
Oh, but some babies cry.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
Yeah, so follow the brownstone.
Stacked over heads.
They made their own up.
Oh, so they lie in their beds.
So go in circles.
Oh, and some babies cry.
But just for their own selves.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
Some laugh.
And some cry.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
Out of misery.
In the company of love.
In the company we trust.
Even on the steel grows rust.
Even on the steel we trust.
Misery in all of us.
But some keep coming.
Oh, and they’re coming to me.
Out of misery.
In a misery.
With a misery.