Adam WarRock - Jesse Was A Preacher lyrics

[Sample] Dear God Hope you get the letter and I pray you can make it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer But all the people that you made in your image See them starving on their feet Cause they don't get enough to eat [Verse 1: Adam WarRock] Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas Caught up in a war while he was touched by the heavens Angels and demons spawned a creature of their own And so Jesse gets a crew and travels far from home With a drinking buddy with a sharp tooth for you And an old lady though she's got a problem or two Jesse found his voice fill up the heavens with a whisper Angel of d**h, The Saint of k**ers, brothers and sisters Cause all I see are hedonists and racists Sex-crazed sadists, sinners, and souls vacant They say we're all gonna meet him someday And I got a couple things I wanna say [Hook] (Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas) Dear God Hope you get the letter and I pray you can make it better down here (whoever thought that a preacher could protect us?) I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer (so listen up) Cause all the people that you made in your image See them starving on their feet Cause they don't get enough to eat From God Man I don't believe you Man I can't believe you Man I don't believe you Man I can't believe him [Verse 2: Adam WarRock] Jesse was a preacher down at the Alamo The place where god Can reach a man who lost his faith though God's in his heaven all's right in the world And The Saint has got a gun locked And loaded where the chamber twirls This is for all the people that ever died Needlessly in your eyes Cause something didn't survive This is for all the angels in your employ And the demons that you cast out Made them your toys Cause I'm sick to d**h Man, I'm sick to my stomach Watching you play chess with these innocents My life is still a mess Not worth any of this But I'm blessed with such a mission, yo So let me finish it They say the calling makes the man They say the voice of a preacher can Make people stand and clap their hands I say that God is just an a**hole with Time to k** And if he's listening still Then let me tell ya something [Hook] (Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas) Dear God Hope you get the letter and I pray you can make it better down here (whoever thought that a preacher could protect us? nah) I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer (yo, so listen up) Cause all the people that you made in your image See them starving on their feet Cause they don't get enough to eat From God Man I don't believe you Man I can't believe you Man I don't believe you Man I can't believe him