Prophet Song Lyrics

When I’m a prophet I might let you in

To this circle I’ve started of women and men

But you’ll have to wait in line

These gifts that I give are not mine

And after I’ve prophesized if you want to sleep next to me

With those cold and wooden thighs you’ve polished for the orgy

But you’ll have to wait on line like the rest of them

I cannot service all at one time

When inspiration is not divine

You’ll become an addict of the certain kind

And when your inspiration just doesn’t pull through

I might not be there to save you

And after the sun falls the orgy begins

And with my five and dime scissors

I’ll cut the ribbons of commencement

For every graduating disciple entering my discipline

Yeah with my five and dime scissors my cape and my crown

And the cane that I’ll use to point to the crowd

But I will point you out of a million years of punch lines

And references to pain I once thought was mine

My inspiration was not divine

And I became an addict of the certain kind

And when my inspiration just didn’t fall through

Tell me, where the hell were you?

And you’ll sigh in the fashion of your Mary Magdalene

While you search for the Jesus you know you can’t win

You know can’t win with me and my purity and you in your sin

Yes with me in my purity and you in your sin

You will search for the Jesus you know you can’t win

But you’ll have to wait on line

Just consider me the holiest of deli counters

You’ll have to take a number

Yes one after the other you’ll have to wait on line

Cause when I’m a prophet I might let you in

To this circle I’ve started of women and men