The Black Crowes: Profane Prophecy

Yeah, said I came from midnight just to sing my song
So come on (Come on)
Girl, my magic is sweet and the spell last long
I said so long (So long)
I've been walking over thorns and it's raining frogs, huh
Right on (Said right on, right on)
I've been out beyond the valley of the dawn
Don't get me wrong (No, don't get me wrong)

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame (Ooh-ooh)
This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace
So I sing my lovesick blues, sip my sour grapes (Ooh-ooh)
Hoping that someday soon I get to see your pretty face, uh
That's alright

Well, I slept all night in a hollow log
Ooh (Ooh-ooh)
Took the meat out the mouth of a rabid dog, ooh
(Who's that?)
I took one, but I needed two more
(Two more, three more)
Yeah, I eat casino breakfast off the kitchen floor
You want some more?
(For sure)

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame (Ooh-ooh)
This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace
So I sing my lovesick blues and sip my sour grapes (Ooh-ooh)
Hoping that someday soon I get to see your pretty face, yeah

Oh, I said lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, girl
Say, what's got into you?
Oh, said is this the French Revolution or do you just got the blues?

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame (Ooh-ooh)
This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace
So I sing my lovesick blues and sip my sour grapes (Ooh-ooh)
Hoping that someday soon I get to see your pretty face

So pretty, oh
But not pretty
Listen
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead
Pound of feathers or a pound of lead