Pulp

We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds.
Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds.
Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees.

We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
Through' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow
The places you don't go.

This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust.
You want some entertainment?
Go on, shove it up me - if you must.
Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs
But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs.

We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
Through' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow
The places you don't go.

If you think it's a crime
We'd like to get you out of your mind.
It's just a matter of time, yeah
We'd like to get you out of your mind.
Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah
We'd like to get you out of your mind.
For a little time: for all time.
Weed.

Written by COCKER, JARVIS BRANSON / MACKEY, STEPHEN PATRICK / BANKS, NICK / DOYLE, CANDIDA / WEBBER, MARK ANDREW
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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