Lyrics

Livin’ in the Weeds by Jim Ocean

I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ here right under your feet
I’m livin’ in the weeds

I’m livin’ in the grass
With the working class
Where the pill bugs breed

And all my friends
Live in insect splendor
Especially Steve
He’s a real night crawler
Eating leaves and fodder with me
Livin’ in a lawn
Where you can be stepped on
It’s not easy

Livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
With the ants and snails,
and the scary tails of centipedes

Come meet a friend of mine
She’s clingin’ on a vine
She’s a real grasshopper
She wants to grow some wings
And fly away to sing
At the Grand Old Opera
But when you’re working poor
It’s hard to find the door to leave
And when the lawnmower
Comes to manicure
your fondest dreams
You know you’re livin’ in the weeds

You know you’re livin’ in the weeds
Squirming in the mud
With all the other bugs so secretly
Shush!

Livin’ in the weeds
It can make you bleed
But it’s unpretentious
Most of the time
All the moss and vines
Give you some protection
And I’m not complaining
Even when it’s rainin’ frogs
And someday when I die
This is how they’ll write my epilogue

He was livin’ in the weeds
He was livin’ in the weeds
Where the spiders bite
And the earwigs fight for turf
He was livin’ in the weeds
He was livin’ in the weeds
Where the fleas and flies
Try to suck you dry
It’s not easy…

I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
And there’s nowhere else I would rather be
I love my life …
Livin’ in the weeds