Lyrics Jeremiah Weed - Gary Jules
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
(Fades)
1 Greetings from the Side
2 St. Christopher's Lullabye
3 Barstool
4 Owen Down
5 Invisible
6 Bluefish
7 Ghosts
8 Heroes & Heroin
9 Jeremiah Weed
10 Nothing
11 Push
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