The Prophet Lyrics - Carry On The Grudge - Jamie T

There's fire in her eyes in the altercation 

She blames her poverty on her parents generation 

She says they sniffed it up their nose now they want our payments 

Its fucking cold in here, the landlord's tryna make us vagrants 

And Jacky our whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist 

The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss 

I don't know what to do now that I'm definitely on a list 

I just sit back, drink brew with Coca-Cola communists 

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me 

Like a grenade with a pin out at the party 

You're like a fucking hurricane next to me 

There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down 

I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror 

She says her friends are fucked and in the fairest of weather 

She asked me is it painless am I humouring the brainless 

Being young and drunk and all fucked up and being in entertainment 

I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules 

I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me 

Like a grenade with a pin out at the party 

You're like a fucking hurricane next to me 

There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down 

I don't know what it is that your doing to me 

I haven't cracked a smile since '93 

She says a pretty dull, dull place to be 

No shit Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down 

I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules 

I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules 

I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

It can't be any worse then what I've been up to 

I'm glad you came and turned up next to me 

Like a grenade with a pin out at the party 

You're like a fucking hurricane next to me 

There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down 

I don't know what it is that your doing to me 

I haven't cracked a smile since '93 

She says a pretty dull, dull place to be 

No shit Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down