Long ago a tall man told a tale of yesterday Searching for the truth to life and not for just a way Finding pleasure from this house his ears, they did
Don't worry about me, no, no, no, don't worry about me, no And I'm in no hurry, no, no, no, I know where to go California, a prophet on the burning
time with a prophet priest I pull out boxes and brooms And I gush like a groom For it's here I commune with A prophet, priest and king If I indeed am
All the history of wars I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John All the history of wars I invent in my head Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet
I was a silent partner. I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount, hipshot, thinking, but not out loud: "There are too many prophets here."
The sun, the sun is falling down I can hear the people cry I feel it, I see it, the end is drawing near No one can stop what has begun Prophet of doom
of hell Brutal display of force To slaughter the bastards Brutal display of power That will condemn them forever Beheading false prophets I will go around the world Beheading false prophets
action By which the population will only see a fraction Social constructionism; questioned through all times Just like the fall of shattered mines The prophetic
's different in my world today Well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow I'm just a curbside prophet Curbside prophet now Curbside prophet now Curbside, come on Just curbside prophet
How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat? All alone on the sea just something drifting by I always will remain somewhat grim about the future
you to another world [bridge] Join me tonight for a journey through the dark We'll find this place that is not so far" [chorus] Follow the prophet
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch Prophet Posse, the Posse
What happened to the plan? I'm confused. I just don't understand. Promises, that I heard, Of great things, were only so many words. Only words. I wanted
I never wanted anything I could just as soon do without. But then again, I've never had So many things I cared about, And simply couldn't do without They
I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard You'd be better off to
When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice. When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground. Seems indestructible and intimidating. When he's
Hello, it's me...the absentee. It's been so long. Have you forgotten me? Two busy lives and countless miles Have that tendency on memory. Oh, it's been
Once again they scrape your carcass off the floor From where it fell, And throw your sad ass out the door. It's not the first time, But it just may be
