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 sniffed it up the 
nose,Now they want our payments.
A                           
It's fucking cold in here,The 
                             E
landlords tryna make us vagrants.

E                                 
And Jackie's  whiskey buddy hits 
                 B
him with an iron fist,
The landlord goes down swinging 
                             A
while you drink your buddies piss,
A
I don't know what to do now, that 
I'm definitely on the 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 the pin out at 
the party,
A
You're like a fucking hurricane next
 to me.
A                                 
There's fire on the fringe, we'll 
                   E
whittle em down, down.

E                                 
I think she lost her looks to the 
             B
beauty and terror,
She says her friends are fucked and 
                   A
in the fairest of weather,
A
She asked me is it painless? Am I 
humouring the brainless?
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A                                 
Being young and drunk and all 
                       E
fucked up, And being in 
entertainment.

E                                 
I don't ask the questions, I don't
            B
 write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will 
              A
follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've
 been up to,
A                                 
It can't be any worse than what 
           E
I've been up to.


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

E                                 B
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
She says a pretty dull dark place to
     A
 be,
A                            E
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, 
down, down.


E                                 
I don't ask the questions, I don't
            B
 write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will 
              A
follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've
 been up to,
A                                 
It can't be any worse than what 
           E
I've been up to.


E                                 
I don't ask the questions, I don't
            B
 write the rules.
I'm up for suggestions, I will 
              A
follow you through.
A
It can't be any worse than what I've
 been up to,
A                                 
It can't be any worse than what 
           E
I've been up to.


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

E                                 
I don't know what it is that 
           B
you're doing to me,
                                 A
I haven't cracked a smile since '93.
A
She says a pretty  dull dark place 
to be,
A                            E
No shit Sherlock, shooting down, 
down, down.