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
Movin down the boulavard
The walk of fame
The japanese
Their up against, their trying
To match the hand sizes with the household names
And I just try to bob and weave
And keep from bumpin into furry
Fairy prostututes, and make it to the corner
Gonna lose myself inside
Outside news

Chorus
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, your nothing to me

Nobody wants to help when you start with a please
To suplicate is not the way
You gotta 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

Chorus

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

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 can help you run the three minute mile
But first you got to 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

Chorus

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 I first had come to town and you suggested
I kneel and kiss the ground
You were such a prophet then