The Prophet

Album: Carry On The Grudge (2014)
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  • There's fire in her eyes in the altercation
    She blames her poverty on her parents generation
    She says they sniffed it up their nose now they want our payments
    Its fucking cold in here, the landlord's tryna make us vagrants
    And Jacky our whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist
    The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss
    I don't know what to do now that I'm definitely on a list
    I just sit back, drink brew with Coca-Cola communists

    I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
    Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
    You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
    There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down

    I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror
    She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather
    She asked me is it painless am I humouring the brainless
    Being young and drunk and all fucked up and being in entertainment
    I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules
    I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to

    I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
    Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
    You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
    There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down

    I don't know what it is that you're doing to me
    I haven't cracked a smile since '93
    She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
    No shit Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down

    I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules
    I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to

    I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules
    I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to
    It can't be any worse then what I've been up to

    I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
    Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
    You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
    There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down

    I don't know what it is that you're doing to me
    I haven't cracked a smile since '93
    She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
    No shit Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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