Alan G. – Preacher, Preacher lyrics

So who do we have here - On a Sunday morning?
I can even see your fear –Mister Holier-than-thou
You open your lips to pray - Give you one last warning
If I turn your bread to stone, tell me - Who will save you now?

Lead us not into temptation
Taste it, be inspired
Take what you desire

Preacher, Preacher
You s*** creature
The things I’ll teach ya
When you are mine

Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And I’ll blow your mind

Hands raised to the sky - Beggin’ for salvation
But you’ll be achin’ for fire when you’re on your knees
Turn you into what you hate - Heaven’s condemnation
Seduction or submission - It’s all the same to me

Drink the wine of pain or passion
Take my judgment in
Choke on all your sins

Preacher, Preacher
You s*** creature
The things I’ll teach ya
When you are mine

Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And I’ll blow your mind

Preacher, Preacher
You s*** creature
The things I’ll teach ya
When you are mine

Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And I’ll blow your mind

Now your victim comes for vengeance
I will wield the sword
Thrust it with a roar

Preacher, Preacher
You s*** creature
The things I’ll teach ya
When you are mine

Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And I’ll blow your mind

Preacher, Preacher
You s*** creature
The things I’ll teach ya
When you are mine

Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
I’ll blow your mind

Preacher, Preacher
Can I teach ya?
Preacher, Preacher