Album Name : Her Sacred Status, My Militant Needs
Release Date : 2001-07-11
Song Duration : 3:25
Richard Mcgraw Prophet Song
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
