Lyrics of
The Prophet

I never thought too much on wealth
To let me keep it for myself,
But while the world's been turning upside-down
It's hard to talk about.
Another bottle off the shelf
With the hand that you've been dealt.
What's going wrong's been going on
It's time for you to scream and shout.
And i ain't no prophet
To cure some damn disease.
And would you help me anyway
If i was on my knees?