Текст песни The Poet And His Prophet

Now listen dolly bird I've got a prophet Way down way down In my pocket Oh guess what it is I've got a prophet Way down way down In my pocket Now I've got a prophet The type of those that resurrect Close your eyes And let the lord see through you I will see through you Let the lord see through you All I know You don't know What I was talking about What I was talking about All I know You don't know What I was talking about What I was talking about Let me try to make you understand Listen again listen again Listen dolly bird You need a poet Way back way back Behind your pocket You know where You need a poet Way back way back Behind your pocket You need a poet The poet and his prophet Now open your thighs And let me see what's inside of you Let me see what's inside of you Yeah! All I know You don't know What I was talking about What I was talking about All I know You don't know What I was talking about What I was talking about Let me try to make you understand This time you need to get it You need a poet That's me You need a prophet Take mine Now open your eyes And let the lord see through you Let the lord feel through Let me see The lord maybe me Now I know That you know Talking about Me and you Now I know That you know Talking about What we were talking about Now I know that you know Now you know precisely what I want from you