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