Lyrics Poor George - James Supercave

Poor George

Poor George, poor George
Can’t help
He was born a king
Poor George, poor George
She said she wanted everything
I’ll show you mine
If you show me yours
Look what you made me do
Poor George, poor George
He’s going blind
To watch you lose
Takes a drag
Through the hole in his neck
He’s a Marlboro man
Daddy said we could ride forever
What’s the backup plan?
Poor George
They turn the light on
And it’s burning up the sky
Poor George
You can kill him
But you’ll never kill his pride
Poor George (x3)
Momma taught him right from wrong
How to love and how to talk
Poor George, poor George
Never learned how to stop
When you’re a star they let you do it
Don’t ask me how
It’s quiet in the dressing room
The women all got out
Poor George
There’s something 'bout him
That I never really liked
Poor George
He’s growing up before your very fucking eyes
Poor George
You can kill him but you’ll never kill his pride
Poor George, poor George
Oh George
Beating his chest
From the top of the empire
Leading lady
Caught up in the gun fire
I’m a clown
'till they shoot me down
Guns drawn
Choppers off the ground
Poor George
I wanna love you
But now everything’s a crime
Poor George
Take my money
But you can’t take me alive
Poor George
He’s growing up before your very fucking eyes
Poor George (x3)
No George
Please George
No, oh George
Poor George
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