Poor You
Hey you, hey, why'd you go and do that?
Did free love, did free love get you down?

The cold Nevada sun
Shines bright on everyone
But you

Your sign is in decline
And now I’ve made it mine
Poor you

I'm sent from Napa and Vallejo
To burn ya, man
To burn your fire out

I shot out all your tires
You'll die like those who died
From you

Just like you, I’m hunting
Just like you, but I've got the badge
Hello, still with me?
Oh, we'll be driving round for miles and miles and miles and miles
Son of a bitch
Found alone in a car
Not as slick as you think you are
Son of a bitch
Left a mess in a car
Who's that, oh man, could it be
Poor you?