Lyrics A.M. E.M. - Minuit

A.M. E.M.

The world is full of creeps
And freaks and you
The world is full of creeps
And freaks and you
And everything
I’ve got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher
It’s like the hardest thing to continually feature
In his sacred book of the apostles and teachers
It always starts like this and it ends in fiasco
It always starts like this
I’m from the black lagoon
I’m an insolent creature
I am a small sly thing and
I’ve something to tell you
Join in the exodus or you’re traveling solo
It’s down to hit or miss
Which is something that I know
I’ve got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher
Blood is thicker than water
Money’s thicker than blood