Jeremiah Weed
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
Jeremiah Weed
Pobre Jeremiah, su cuerpo está destrozado
Tirado en el callejón donde cayó
Su mente está corriendo de regreso al talón de California
Pobre Jeremiah Weed
Él tiene sus amigos y tiene sus artilugios
No necesita de ti
No necesita simpatía, no necesita sorpresas
Pobre Jeremiah Weed
Sé que cuando se trata de golpes
La marca que dejó nunca se desvanecerá
Y espero que Jeremiah sepa
Que así es como son las cosas
El sol no encontrará sombra sobre ti.
Pobre Jeremiah, siete bolsillos llenos de vacío
La gente camina por todas partes y nadie dice una palabra
Ha intentado matar el tiempo pero no se queda quieto
Pobre Jeremiah Weed
(CORO)
Pobre Jeremiah, todos saludan al rodillo sagrado
Un invierno en la ciudad te hará sentir que estás en el infierno
Es difícil creer que se estaba riendo de ti
Pobre Jeremiah Weed
Oh pobre Jeremiah Weed
Oh pobre Jeremiah Weed