The Prophet

	  		

Verse 

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

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



Pattern repeats for the rest of the song, real simple.