PROPHET OF CITIES, preach in the alley,
stand on a dumpster, call to repentance,
is anyone listening? not even Jesus,
prophet of cities, make us believers

down in the district, all the addicted
cry out for comfort, plotting their next fix,
there’s mercy in numbness to dull this cruel business,
PROPHET OF CITIES, you are our witness

blessed be the broken, sleeping on benches,
woe to the wealthy, who cling to their riches,
if we wanted to hear the word,
would we hear it, could we hear?

sometimes a sidewalk cup-shaking stranger
rattles our senses, knocks on our dreaming,
SOMETIMES A PARKING LOT hides a manger,
in the back of a Buick a baby lies sleeping,

bless all the nomads in tents under bridges,
trouble the comfortable, burning through wishes,
if we wanted to hear the word,
would we hear it, could we hear? (x3)

slept through the lightning, woke to the thunder,
PROPHET OF CITIES, shatter our slumber...

Bb (DADGAD, capo 3)

PROPHET OF CITIES is and SOMETIMES A PARKING LOT are "song game" group prompts, sent out by Matt the Electrician on 2/4/2023, and 2/18/2023, respectively.