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from Little Piece of the Pie by the wealthy orphans
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Jean Michael you became my friend
opened doors for me again and again
spray paint Jeremiah you riding the subway trains
there weren't much in the world to make you afraid
Samo, Samo this was your name
'till lady pride came along to drive you insane
chorus
brother if I could I would take your hand
lead you out of hell and into the promised land
but as it stands there aint nothing I can do
but sing my song and sow the tears for you
Jean Michael, I think of you now
with my eyes straight ahead and my hand to the plow
this world's not home for me and it wasn't for you
but you ought not have left 'till all your work was through
fragile as a flower you came into a world of hate
like something to eat they put you in the middle of the plate
and now that your gone the whole word's turned blue
like you took all the other colors right into hell with you
chorus
Jean Michael of NYC
what became of your life was a shameful pity
a cry in the wilderness and like a shot in the dark
from your home in a card board box in Tompkins Sq Park
the paintings you left behind lay out the bones of your life
like foot prints out of the ring where you fought you last fight
there's plenty ringing true in the paintings you made
so much left behind that won't be swallowed by the grave
chorus
opened doors for me again and again
spray paint Jeremiah you riding the subway trains
there weren't much in the world to make you afraid
Samo, Samo this was your name
'till lady pride came along to drive you insane
chorus
brother if I could I would take your hand
lead you out of hell and into the promised land
but as it stands there aint nothing I can do
but sing my song and sow the tears for you
Jean Michael, I think of you now
with my eyes straight ahead and my hand to the plow
this world's not home for me and it wasn't for you
but you ought not have left 'till all your work was through
fragile as a flower you came into a world of hate
like something to eat they put you in the middle of the plate
and now that your gone the whole word's turned blue
like you took all the other colors right into hell with you
chorus
Jean Michael of NYC
what became of your life was a shameful pity
a cry in the wilderness and like a shot in the dark
from your home in a card board box in Tompkins Sq Park
the paintings you left behind lay out the bones of your life
like foot prints out of the ring where you fought you last fight
there's plenty ringing true in the paintings you made
so much left behind that won't be swallowed by the grave
chorus
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Little Piece of the Pie,
released 26 May 2011
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May 2011 -
Sep 2005
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