Preacher, Preacher Lyrics

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