Prophet, Priest, and King Songtext

von Smalltown Poets

Put down my thoughts in a letter to the president
Penciled and packaged with all due respect
Elvis commemoratives just for effect
Never heard back: you think you know a guy

Wired my congrats to chuck and di some time ago
All my love to the queen
My invitation was lost in the mail
But I know I was missed
When they kissed 'neath the veil
I sent a nice gift; never got a note

But my closet's a shrine to and old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a prophet priest....
I pull out boxes and brooms
And I gush like a groom
For it's here I commune with
A prophet, priest and king

If I indeed am misperceived
By some heads of state.
Hey, that's great
'cause I talk to a prophet who tells me the truth
And I dine with a king at my home in duluth
Better yet i'm in touch with a much needed friend
Who hears my confessions and pardons my sin