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