Gary Jules - Jeremiah Weed Lyrics
Lying in the alley where he fellHis head is racing home to the heel of CaliforniaPoor Jeremiah WeedHe's got his friends and he's got his devicesHe's got no need for youNo need for sympathy, no need for suprisesPoor Jeremiah WeedWell I know when it comes to blowsThe paint he laid down will never fadeAnd I hope Jeremiah knowsThat that's the way it goesThe sun will find no shade upon you.Poor Jeremiah, seven pockets stuffed with emptyPeople walking everywhere and no one says a wordHe's tried killing time but it won't sit stillPoor Jeremiah Weed(CHORUS)Poor Jeremiah, all hail the holy rollerA winter in the city will make you think you're in hellIt's hard to believe that he was laughing at youPoor Jeremiah WeedOh poor Jeremiah WeedOh poor Jeremiah Weed