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
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