Weeds - 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

Ah.

We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth

Thru' 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

Ah.

We are weeds, vegetation, etc

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