The Prophet

E                             
There's fire in her eyes in the 
          B
altercation,
She blames her poverty on her 
          A
parents generation,
A
She says they slit her up the nose 
now they want a payment,
A                           
It's fucking cold in here the 
landlords trying to make us 
        E
vagrants.

E                                 
And Jackie a whiskey buddy hits 
              B
him with an iron fist,
Continues after the ad
The landlord goes down swinging 
                                A
while you drink your buddy's piss,
A
I don't know what to do now, they're
 now definitely on a list,
A                                 
I just sit back and brew it, coca 
             E
cola communist.

Chorus

E
I'm glad you came and turned up next
 to me,
B
Like a grenade with a pin out at a 
party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next
 to me,
A                                 
There's fire on the fringe, 
              E
whittle them down down.