Soothsayer Speaks by
Dime Store ProphetsSoothsayer leans against a wall
Outside the temple doors
He's got deep blue eyes
And a grin from horn to horn
Greasy hair, salesman smile
Burnt orange suit
White patent leather shoes circa 1974
Well he looks over his shoulder
At the desperate ones
He badgers them before
They reach the door
He says, Say there, sucker
Could something so big, so good
Be as easy as just opening the door?
Kneel down to the system
Hail religious grind
Now jump like a circus dog
Through my hoops of fire
You won't find a back door to heaven
Soothsayer lights up a holy smoke
Exhales real big
And stings my eyes
And he says, I can make you
Work hard for nothing
Strive in the dirt
And even spook you with a holy ghost
I can make you walk
Around the block twice
Just when you want to go home
Make you jump like a circus dog
Through my hoops of fire
You won't find a back door to heaven
It was never meant this way
I see open gates all the way
All the way
You won't find a back door to heaven
It's all right now, it's OK
My love, my love, you will wait
It's all right now, it's OK
I'm coming home today
