Preacher, Preacher Lyrics - Singles - Alan G.

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