Текст песни Gary Jules - Jeremiah Weed
Gary Jules - Jeremiah Weed слова песни
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 emptyPeople 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 JeremiahAll hail the Holy RollerA winner in the cityMake you think you`re in hellIt`s hard to believeHe was laughing at youPoor Jeremiah weedOh, poor Jeremiah weed.Oh poor Jeremiah weed.Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weedPoor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weedPoor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed(fades)