Lyrics The Preacher - Abhinanda

The Preacher

So we were the kids growing up without a guide
Sitting with the TV on conidering suicide
And I interpret Bob`s telling us that God`s
No longer on our side
Well who is he and who am I to tell you anything
All I want is a girl to say «I`ll wear your ring»
Yeah I know what hell is, a place without Elvis
And the voice with which he sings
The simplicity of the pen and the paper
Can make the world follow like a tune played by the pied piper
Now we batter up, gonna play with your head
We batter up to play with your head
Reevaluate all the things that you`ve read
We batter up to play with your head
Dreamers do what they`re always done
And this night has only just begun
With the inflicted pain, by our hero Wayne
They say he`s first with his gun
We changed the world or ourselves at least
But we never proclaimed to be high-priests
We sacrificed, our own lives
And we`re the only ones who seem pleased