Story Behind the Song
Rare example of spontaneous songwriting. Todd & Dave slapped this one together over a couple afternoons of jamming. Purely fictional, written just for fun.
Lyrics
Steel Penny Prophet
March, 1995
Mama said don't you listen,
To those who tell you, what you're missin'
Yeah, Mama said boy, don't you worry,
'bout those who tell you, you've got to hurry,
Mama taught me lots of things,
But she couldn't tell me everything,
People follow foolish things,
Try to sell you on their dreams...
So, I went on down to the station,
You know he lives by the lockers in a can,
Some say he's been down there forever,
But when he talks I always understand,
The Steel Penny Prophet, man...
Times are tight and so is money,
I think it's o.k., yeah, kind of funny,
'cause I know when things look gray,
There's always one guy who likes to say,
Seasons come and reasons go,
They just don't listen, no no no,
He's got the answers in his can,
Seems the gods tell him their plans...
Yeah, he knows why Thursdays seem like Mondays,
He wants not yellow gold or sand,
Just put your question on the table,
What Mama didn't tell you, oh, oh, this boy can,
The Steel Penny Prophet, man...
Oh...Yeah...
So now they come from miles to listen,
Some believe him, others dis him,
Yeah, Mama said there'd come a day,
When fools are wise men, just 'cause they say...
Seasons come and reasons go,
Do they listen, I say no,
People follow foolish things,
They don't seem to hear him when he sings...
A penny saved won't get you into heaven,
Jesus don't care if you've got a tan,
A life of hatred ain't worth livin',
Yeah, you're a fool if you can't understand,
The Steel Penny Prophet, man...
Copyright (c) 1995, Todd C. South/David B. Lok
All Rights Reserved
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