Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Me, artist - Swingin Utters. Album song Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Poor Me |
Rest on my laurels, some wit and awful pity sustain me |
Memories leak like a sieve and fuel this fire, its heavy roar defies me |
Let’s not talk in vain about the weather |
Let’s take my tired soul off of its tether |
Poor me |
Poor, poor me |
Poor me |
Poor, poor me |
I can’t reach the ends of this, if I did then it would be the end of me |
Need to feign infatuation, stoke the coals of curiosity and longing |
We’ll talk in vain about the weather |
Just take my tired soul off of its tether |
I need the glory with lights aglow around me |
My halo shining brightly in tribute to myself |
I can’t have pity on me so tell me another story |
And I’ll accept gladly and thank you for the help |
Poor me |
Poor, poor me |
Poor me |
Poor, poor me |