Prophet

I guess i make my way ok, i guess i do

I guess i get by, just like you

I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind

I don't want to leave any fingerprints



Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame

The japanese they're up against it trying to match their hand sizes with the household names

And i just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into furry fairy prostitutes

And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and

I remember when i first had come to town

And you suggested that i kneel and kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then to me

And you, you're nothing to me



Nobody wants to help when you start with a please

To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his knees

But that's not why i arrived, no that was not the reason

Don't mind if i retire from a town without one just like a season. . .



I remember when i first had come to town

And you suggested i kneel and kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then to me

And you, you're nothing to me



Bridge:

Waltzing slowly in

Counter time to your piercing cameras before me

Moving closer i've

Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me



Pretty good show she said

I kinda like your style

Well, maybe we could go to bed and i could help you run the three-minute mile

But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles

She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . .



I remember when i first had come to town

And you suggested i kneel and kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then, to me

And you, you're nothing to me

I remember when

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