Jeremiah Weed

Gary Jules

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