Alan G. Preacher, Preacher
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 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 passion
Take my judgment in
Choke on all your sins
Preacher, Preacher
You sexy 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 sexy 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 sexy 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 sexy 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
