Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction Forgive our sins forged at the pulpit With forked tongues selling faux sermons Because I am a new wave gospel sharp And you'll be thy witness So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach For God sakes preach with conviction
Strike up the band Oh, the conductor is beckoning Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it No, don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move
Strike up the band Oh, the conductor is beckoning Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it No, don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move
Just stay where I can see you Douse the lights We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number we are graced by two displays of character We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire And a walking contradiction Because I for one can see no blood from their hearts Or the wrists you allegedly slit And I for one won't stand for this If this scene were a parish you'd all be condemnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
