| 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 |
Lyrics Poor Me - Swingin Utters
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Song from the album: Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, and Bones
In the genre:Иностранный рок
Release date:24.02.2003
Song language:English
Record label:Fat Wreck Chords
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