All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneau from Saint Angel
Say The weather down here so fine
Just then the wind
Came squalling through the door
But who can the weather command?
Just wanna have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand
Fever rolled up to a hundred and five
Roll on up
Gonna roll back down
One more day
I find myself alive
Tomorrow
Maybe go
Beneath the ground
See here how everything
Leads up to this day
And its just like any other day
Thats ever been
Sun going up and then
The sun, it going down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around
Come around
The people might know
But the people dont care
That a man could be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter
Hes lying in pain
Now lets go run and see
Run and see
Run and see