Jeremiah Weed şarkı sözleri

Poor Jeremiah, his body is broken Lying in the alley where he fell His head is racing home to the heel of California Poor Jeremiah Weed He's got his friends and he's got his devices He's got no need for you No need for sympathy, no need for suprises Poor Jeremiah Weed Well I know when it comes to blows The paint he laid down will never fade And I hope Jeremiah knows That that's the way it goes The sun will find no shade upon you. Poor Jeremiah, seven pockets stuffed with empty People walking everywhere and no one says a word He's tried killing time but it won't sit still Poor Jeremiah Weed (CHORUS) Poor Jeremiah, all hail the holy roller A winter in the city will make you think you're in hell It's hard to believe that he was laughing at you Poor Jeremiah Weed Oh poor Jeremiah Weed Oh poor Jeremiah Weed