The Prophet - Jamie T

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

It’s fucking cold in here, the landlord’s trying to make us vagrants

And Jacky, our whiskey buddy, hits him with an iron fist

The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddy’s 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 than what I’ve been up to

It can’t be any worse than 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, 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 than what I’ve been up to

It can’t be any worse than 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 than what I’ve been up to

It can’t be any worse than 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, 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

Down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down