Music: chan kinchla

Lyrics: r. popper & john popper



A thousand times a prophet

A new york city prophet

They lie there all forgotten

I wonder who will hear them next



Well it won't be me it won't be you

Kind of makes you wonder who

Any sympathetic ear would do

Who's gonna hear them next



Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

Don't you listen to them scream

We know they didn't hear you yet

But you're bound to get there soon



What do you think we'd hear them say

Would they drop down on their knees and pray

Would they tell us that it's all ok

Who do you think will ease their pain



And if we dare to listen

As the tears freeze up and glisten

With the current savior risen

Who do you think will ease their pain



Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

Don't you listen to them scream

We know they didn't hear you yet

But you're bound to get there soon



What will our mighty future be

For there ain't no prophet here to see

That narrows it down to you and me

Do you want to live or die



Well we've chosen death with its toll begun

(you know) i've always pictured life more fun

Too bad we couldn't ever act as one

Do you want to live or die



Lie prophet lie

For the sky is much too high

Keep it in your eye

And memorize the moon

Dream prophet dream

Don't you listen to them scream

We know they didn't hear you yet

But you're bound to get there soon