Bek Lyrics

Woe On Me

(From the One Foot In The Grave Deluxe Album)

[Written by Beck Hansen]

On the old forgotten crossways
Where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty desert like a ghost I've flown
I barely cried wherever I'd ride I ride I never found a home

Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease

I am just a ramshackle
I go from town to town
Where there is no shelter
I lay down on the grown
I've killed for no reason
I've pissed upon a kind
Cost them all and burned the bone
When I've had the time

Woe unto me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease

Well there's saints and there are animals
They've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages
To do just what they should
Well they stood the test and burned the rest
And tore them limb from limb
Like a fashion with no passion
They open up their skin

Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease