I guess I make my way okay

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 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 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

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 I first had come to town

And you suggested I kneel

And kiss the ground

You were such a prophet then