Текст песни «Alan G. - Preacher, Preacher»
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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 sexy creature
The things Ill teach ya
When you are mine
Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And Ill blow your mind
Hands raised to the sky - Beggin for salvation
But youll be achin for fire when youre on your knees
Turn you into what you hate - Heavens condemnation
Seduction or submission - Its all the same to me
Drink the wine of pain or passion
Take my judgment in
Choke on all your sins
Preacher, Preacher
You sexy creature
The things Ill teach ya
When you are mine
Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And Ill blow your mind
Preacher, Preacher
You sexy creature
The things Ill teach ya
When you are mine
Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And Ill blow your mind
Now your victim comes for vengeance
I will wield the sword
Thrust it with a roar
Preacher, Preacher
You sexy creature
The things Ill teach ya
When you are mine
Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
And Ill blow your mind
Preacher, Preacher
You sexy creature
The things Ill teach ya
When you are mine
Preacher, Preacher
The truth will eat ya
So let me reach ya
Ill blow your mind
Preacher, Preacher
Can I teach ya?
Preacher, Preacher