Alan G. - Preacher, Preacher Lyrics
So who do we have here - On a Sunday morning?I can even see your fear –Mister Holier-than-thouYou open your lips to pray - Give you one last warningIf I turn your bread to stone, tell me - Who will save you now?Lead us not into temptationTaste it, be inspiredTake what you desirePreacher, PreacherYou sexy creatureThe things I’ll teach yaWhen you are minePreacher, PreacherThe truth will eat yaSo let me reach yaAnd I’ll blow your mindHands raised to the sky - Beggin’ for salvationBut you’ll be achin’ for fire when you’re on your kneesTurn you into what you hate - Heaven’s condemnationSeduction or submission - It’s all the same to meDrink the wine of pain or passionTake my judgment inChoke on all your sinsPreacher, PreacherYou sexy creatureThe things I’ll teach yaWhen you are minePreacher, PreacherThe truth will eat yaSo let me reach yaAnd I’ll blow your mindPreacher, PreacherYou sexy creatureThe things I’ll teach yaWhen you are minePreacher, PreacherThe truth will eat yaSo let me reach yaAnd I’ll blow your mindNow your victim comes for vengeanceI will wield the swordThrust it with a roarPreacher, PreacherYou sexy creatureThe things I’ll teach yaWhen you are minePreacher, PreacherThe truth will eat yaSo let me reach yaAnd I’ll blow your mindPreacher, PreacherYou sexy creatureThe things I’ll teach yaWhen you are minePreacher, PreacherThe truth will eat yaSo let me reach yaI’ll blow your mindPreacher, PreacherCan I teach ya?Preacher, Preacher
