Poor George

Poor George, poor George

Can't help you, he was born a King

Poor George, poor George

She said she wanted everything

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours

Look what you made me do

Poor George, poor George

He's going blind to watch you lose

Takes a track through the hole in his neck

He's a Marlboro man

Daddy said we could ride forever

What's the back-up plan?

Poor George

They turn the light on, and it's burning up the sky

Poor George

You can kill him, but you'll never kill his pride

Poor George

Poor George

Poor George

Momma told him right from wrong

How to love and how to talk

Poor George, poor George

Never learned how to stop

When you're a star, they let you do it

Don't ask me how

It's quiet in the dressing room

The women all got loud

Poor George

There's something 'bout him that I never really liked

Poor George

He's growing up before your very fucking eyes

Poor George

You can kill him, but you'll never kill his pride

Poor George

Poor George

Oh, George

Beating his chest from the top of the Empire

Leading lady caught up in the gun fight

I'm a clown till they shoot me down

Guns ground choppers up their round

Poor George

I wanna love you, but now everything's a crime

Poor George

Take my mind, but you can't take me alive

Poor George

He's growing up before your very fucking eyes

Poor George

Poor George

George

No, George

Please, George

No, oh George

Poor George

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh