Mr Preacher Songtext
von Fowl

You say it′s sink or swim, but I prefer to wallow
Like a moth to the flame, where you go I'll follow
You look washed up, rotten teeth, rotten luck
It′s time to play your cards but I think the game is up


Underneath the counter the Jeweller keeps a baseball bat
Solid gold fillings and steel toe caps
You're the fly in the ointment the dirt under my nails
Clipped the bird of it's wings just to watch it flail

Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun

Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun