Weeds
Composer(s): Nick Banks; Jarvis Cocker;
Candida Doyle; Steve Mackey; Mark Webber
Performer(s): 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 and 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