Poor George

Poor George, poor George

Can't help he was born a king

Poor George, poor George

She said she wanted everything

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 drag through the hole in his neck, he's a Marlboro man

Daddy said we could ride forever, what's the backup plan?

Poor George

They turned 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 taught 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 top of the empire

Leading lady caught up in the gunfire

I'ma climb till they shoot me down

Guns drawn, choppers off the ground

Poor George

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

Poor George

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

Poor George

He's growing up before your very fucking eyes

Poor George, poor George

George, oh, George

Please, George, no, oh, George

Poor George, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh