(Turn it off, turn it off, turn it) You walk all over anyone who dares to be a friend Scream and yell because you deem them unenlightened High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps X-ing off the days X-ing off the days I nearly broke my back as I was heading back for you Half the time was hell and half a waste of time High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps X-ing off the days X-ing off the days I do not know the answers to the universe I fear So drop me cold and go and find your perfect man, my dear High upon your horse you preach, you preach, you preach, you preach Love thy fellow humans, all these filthy little creeps X-ing off the days X-ing off the days X-ing off the days