Prophet Lyrics - 430 N. Harper Ave. - Jude

I guess I make my way okay, 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, 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, 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 

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 I first had come to town 

And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground 

You were such a prophet then