Prophet Incarnate - Lincoln Durham

I see a woman with serpentine hair, and her eyes ablaze

I see a devil, underfoot of the woman and howling with a rage

Poor little devil, maybe she’ll put you in a pretty little cage

I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I see a poor man with head held high and crawling out the ash

I see a poor man with a great stone hammer

Breaking down your class

Keep swinging little poor man

You’ve got behind you all the punks and social outcasts

I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I find no interest in the methodical stabilities of the sane

For, I delight in the shadowy corners of unhinged thought Eating up my bad

brains

I got stung last night

I got stung last night

It was by a prophet incarnate