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**y 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 pa**ion Take my judgment in Choke on all your sins Preacher, Preacher You s**y 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**y 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**y 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**y 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