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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 got no need for you
no need for sympathy
no need for surprises
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’s the way it goes
the sun will find no shame upon you
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 blows
the paint he laid down will never fade
and I hope jeremiah knows
that’s the way it goes
the sun will find no shame upon you
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
