Poorly

You're more than poorly Jimmy

More than that

Worse than that



This is a case of photographs

Smudged and dropped and laughed at

Here's some things that came in post

Letters never sent but wrote

Shelves of books not opened

Browsed in and bored you

Unlocked things that should have been fastened down



To be burned

To be burned Jimmy

To be gone forever



So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here



Long night walking hills

Scratched and cut

Bruised and hurt

With all your tension and your guilt

Stories of the berr and care and speed you spilled

Pleased at your speaking

Worried by the content

About this love and this land and this firmament

Forgotten how to dream

Started just to scream



Forgotten to return

To return Jimmy

To fight your way back



So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here



Tired

Well I'm tired too Jimmy

More than that

I'm angry at that

Well now that I'm finished

This small town world seems so much bigger

It didn't seem important then

Between jobs and flags and parliaments

But our small time world seems bigger

And maybe more worth fighting for

Maybe at the heart of things

They'll be clowns

And we'll be kings



So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here



Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things

Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things

Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things

Down town raking bins

Just to find the hundred things