I guess i make my way ok, 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 make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and I remember when i first had come to town And you suggested that 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 Bridge: 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 (repeat)