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I guess I make my way |
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OK, I guess |
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I do I guess |
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I get by, just like you |
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I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't mind |
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I don't want to leave any fingerprints |
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Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame |
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The Japanese they're up against it trying to match their hand sizes with the household names |
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And I just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into furry fairy prostitutes |
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And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and |
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I remember when |
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I first had come to town |
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And you suggested that |
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I kneel and kiss the ground |
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You were such a prophet then to me |
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And you, you're nothing to me |
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Nobody wants to help when you start with a please |
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To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his knees |
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But that's not why |
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I arrived, no that was not the reason |
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Don't mind if |
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I retire from a town without one just like a season. . . |
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I remember when |
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I first had come to town |
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And you suggested |
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I kneel and kiss the ground |
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You were such a prophet then to me |
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And you, you're nothing to me |
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Bridge: Waltzing slowly in |
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Counter time to your piercing cameras before me |
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Moving closer |
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I've Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me |
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Pretty good show she said |
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I kinda like your style |
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Well, maybe we could go to bed and |
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I could help you run the three-minute mile |
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But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles |
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She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile. . . |
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I remember when |
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I first had come to town |
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And you suggested |
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I kneel and kiss the ground |
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You were such a prophet then, to me |
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And you, you're nothing to me |
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I remember when (Repeat) |
