Jamie T - The Prophet lyrics
[Jamie T - The Prophet lyrics]
There's fire in her eyes in the altercation
She blames her poverty on
Her parents generation
She says they sniffed it up their nose
Now they want our payments
It's fucking cold in here
The landlord's trying to make us vagrants
And Jacky, our whiskey buddy
Hit's him with an iron fist
The landlord goes down swinging while
You drink your buddy's piss
I don't know what to do now
That I'm definitely on a list
I just sit back
Drink brew with Coca-Cola communists
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down
I think she lost her looks
To the beauty and terror
She says her friends are fucked and
In the fairest of weather she asked me
Is it painless? Am I humouring the brainless
Being young and drunk and all fucked
Up and being in entertainment?
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down, down
I don't know what it is
That you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down
Down
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down, down
I don't know what it is
That you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down
Down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
She blames her poverty on
Her parents generation
She says they sniffed it up their nose
Now they want our payments
It's fucking cold in here
The landlord's trying to make us vagrants
And Jacky, our whiskey buddy
Hit's him with an iron fist
The landlord goes down swinging while
You drink your buddy's piss
I don't know what to do now
That I'm definitely on a list
I just sit back
Drink brew with Coca-Cola communists
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down
I think she lost her looks
To the beauty and terror
She says her friends are fucked and
In the fairest of weather she asked me
Is it painless? Am I humouring the brainless
Being young and drunk and all fucked
Up and being in entertainment?
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down, down
I don't know what it is
That you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down
Down
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I don't ask the questions
I don't write the rules
I'm up for suggestions
I will follow you through
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
It can't be any worse than
What I've been up to
I'm glad you came and turned up next to me
Like a grenade with a pin out at the party
You're like a fucking hurricane next to me
There's fire on the fringe
Whittle them down, down, down
I don't know what it is
That you're doing to me
I haven't cracked a smile since '93
She says a pretty dull, dull place to be
No shit, Sherlock, shoot them down, down
Down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down