Zhane Johnson - Preacher k** lyrics

[Verse 1] Put your bloody hands on my chest Bless my f**ing impure heart with your fest Once upon a hard time, living and dying made sense ‘Cause you had the right to life and d**h Since Royalty and politicians has risen into the paradise You've lost the right to look Him in the eyes They burned and rewrote all your hagiography They drew your fate and put you in their blacklist Take over and cut the top off pyramid (mid-mid-mid-mid) [Chorus] s** up my life and get back what you've been stolen Get back the power of God, get back your power s** up my life and get back what it's owed to you Get back the gun of God, get it back and shoot If it could save him I'd let the preacher k** me while he'd be christening me s** up my life and get it back [Verse 2] Put your bloody hands on my head Bless my f**ing corrupt mind in your bed (s**er-s**er) Once upon a hard time, no one called you into question You didn't need to clarify your actions But they might track down the toxic substances you're made of And wish your sins would be washed away by God Go through the holy fire they lit up by magic You'll be cleansed from of your impurities Take over and challenge the laws of nature baby [Chorus] s** up my life and get back what you've been stolen Get back the power of God, get back your power s** up my life and get back what it's owed to you Get back the gun of God, get it back and shoot If it could save him I'd let the preacher k** me while he'd be christening me s** up my life and get it back [Verse 3] “In you I trust, o my God. Do not let me be put to shame Nor let my enemies triumph over me babe No-one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame But they will be put to shame who are treacherous without excuse babe Show me your ways, guide me in your truth Remember not the sins of my youth, of my youth” Quoting God will lift you up Put your gun up Put your bloody hands on my s** Bless my f**ing s**ual urge with your hand Once upon a hard time, they burned and k**ed witches But now that's still the same story with b**hes Draw your gun, charge up your power and f** the sinners f** that pyramid, preacher! [Chorus] s** up my life and get back what you've been stolen Get back the power of God, get back your power s** up my life and get back what it's owed to you Get back the gun of God, get it back and shoot If it could save him I'd let the preacher k** me while he'd be christening me s** up my life and get it back [Outro] Put your bloody hands on my chest Bless my f**ing impure heart with your fest Put your bloody hands on my head Bless my f**ing corrupt mind in your bed Put your bloody hands on my s** Bless my f**ing s**ual urge with your hand Put your bloody hands on my chest Bless my f**ing impure heart with your fest