Gary Jules — Jeremiah Weed

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Poor Jeremiah
His body is broken
Lying in the alley where he fell
His head is racing home
To the hill of California
Poor Jeremiah weed

He’s got his friends
He’s got his devices
He got no need for you
No need for sympathy
No need for surprises
Poor Jeremiah weed

Well I know, when it comes to those
The paint he laid down never fade
I hope Jeremiah knows
That’s the way it goes
The Son will find no shame upon him

Poor Jeremiah
Seven pockets stuffed with empty
People walking everywhere
But no one says a word
He’s tried killing time
But it won’t sit still
Poor Jeremiah weed

Well I know, when it comes to those
The paint he laid down never fade
I hope Jeremiah knows
That’s the way it goes
The Son will find no shame upon him

Poor Jeremiah
All hail the Holy Roller
A winner in the city
Make you think you’re in hell
It’s hard to believe
He was laughing at you
Poor Jeremiah weed
Oh, poor Jeremiah weed
Oh poor Jeremiah weed

Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed