I guess I make my way ok, I guess I do
I guess I get by, just like you
Im keeping to myself though, if you dont mind
I dont want to leave any fingerprints
Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame
The japanese theyre 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, youre nothing to me
Nobody wants to help when you start with a please
To supplicate is not the way youve got to put the other man down on his knees
But thats not why I arrived, no that was not the reason
Dont 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, youre nothing to me
Bridge:
Waltzing slowly in
Counter time to your piercing cameras before me
Moving closer ive
Come to know that theres 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, youre nothing to me
I remember when
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