Profane Prophecy - The Black Crowes: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

The Black Crowes

Profane Prophecy

11,566

On Tour

Rock

Profane Prophecy was released on March 13, 2026 by Silver Arrow Records as a part of the album A Pound of Feathers

Popular Segments

Song Details

Most Popular

Past 7 Days

00:00 - 00:05

Profane Prophecy was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

00:00

00:05

00:20

00:30

00:35

00:40

00:45

00:50

01:00

01:05

01:15

01:20

01:30

01:35

01:55

02:05

02:10

02:20

02:30

02:50

03:25

03:30

03:35

03:40

03:50

04:00

00:00

04:08

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Black Crowes

The Black Crowes

Performer

Chris Robinson

Lead Vocals

Rich Robinson

Electric Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Robinson

Songwriter

Rich Robinson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jay Joyce

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah, said I came from midnight just to sing my song

So come on! (Come on)

Girl, my magic is sweet and the spell last long

I said so long (So long)

I've been walking over thorns and it's raining frogs

Right on, said right on! (Right on)

I've been out beyond the valley of the dawn

Don't get me wrong (No, don't get it wrong)

[Chorus]

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame

This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace

So I sing my lovesick blues and sip my sour grapes

Hoping that someday soon I get to see your pretty face

[Verse 2]

Well, I slept all night in a hollow log

Hoo (Hoo, hoo)

I took the meat out the mouth of a rabid dog (Who's that?)

I took one but I needed two more (Two more, three more)

I eat casino breakfast off the kitchen floor

Yeah, want some more? (For sure!)

[Chorus]

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame

This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace

So I sing my lovesick blues and sip my sour grapes

Hoping someday soon I get to see your pretty face

[Bridge]

Oh, I said lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, girl, said what's got into you?

Is this the French Revolution, or do you just got the blues?

[Chorus]

My pedigree and debauchery is my claim to fame

This profane prophecy has got me in its sweet embrace

So I sing my lovesick blues and sip my sour grapes

Hoping that someday soon I get to see your pretty face

[Outro]

So pretty, oh

But not pretty

[Outro]

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Pound of feathers or a pound of lead

Written by: Chris Robinson, Rich Robinson

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...