Prophets of the Dead Lyrics

Sometimes you go

Running round

Deep tongue in hole

Other times

Family lines

That's all you know

Like the prophets of the dead come

All in all

See eye to eye

In black and white

And on the floor

It's just too late

To fit any more

They won't catch you

They can't stop you

No obstacle

That's unsuicidable

Your lady

Laps ya love

All curled up

Our lady

Breaks in

And she cuts you up

Sometimes let a little bit out

Sometimes a lot of it out

I wanna say

Sometimes

The victim

Really

Sometimes

The villain

The hero

Sometimes I don't care

She cut him up

Caught a maybe

And she cut him off

Our lady

Is too many

But not for some

They may take a life

Or take a leg

But that's

Unsuicidable

When all is right

Out of the way

Out of the way

She get away

Sooner or later

She right in the way

Like the prophets

Of the dead come home

That's unsuicidable