Back Door Prophet
Your mind is a car crash victim
Held in traction in your head
Your thoughts fear to be awakened
From your minds hospital bed

They took your love to I C U
For some deep intensive care
They are readying the surgeons
To do broken heart repair

So you listened to your friends advice
A Lucretia Borgia fan
No good will ever come of it
If critiqued it would be panned

Don't you see he's not your buddy
He won't help you with your plan
He's not the one who's best for you
Though he wants to be your man

The roller coaster's slowing babe
Don't jump till it makes it's stop
Can't see what's there just past the edge
You might still be at the top

The ground it is a long way down
As you tumble from above
The ground will break your hearts desire
And it will shatter all your love

Don't sit there on the dealers left
Hell cheat when you drop your guard
He sees loves bet as just a bluff
He won't deal a winning card

For the dealer is loves death himself
And your gentleness the bet
Dealing from the bottom of the deck
He will bind you to him yet

Now you see your back door prophet
Only know what has been done
Then guesses what will follow
He can't see the things to come

You're picked because you're so naïve
And your heart it is so pure
He's just a back door charlatan
A Rasputin to be sure

No one knows what course you will take
That will heal you best you see
Back door prophets and loves death dealers
Take their toll it's never free

So go out and make your own way
You'll have none to praise but you
It instills your heart with confidence
Helps you know when love is true

One last point I would like to make
As you lay there bruised in pain
I have a degree in love repair
Let me heal you in the rain

I'll dry your heart in summers sun
Desire warms the winter gloom
Your love will ripen in the fall
Smile returns a springtime bloom