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 
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 (Repeat)