…Said The Preacher Man

Slap him push him around a little, No one will see

And I won’t say a thing, your secret’s safe with me

Let the birds sing, if not for free

Holocaust testament swallowed at sea

 

With grey tales of a bride to be

Trail the witness, What has he seen?

He knows my true eyes, he’ll capture me

…said the preacher man, Trust and See

 

Hymns that wash and unite a starved generation

And lull them to kneel before the guillotine

With languid smiles and dripping eyes

Acknowledge the blade as I invite it down

 

With grey tales of a bride to be

Trail the witness, What has he seen?

He knows my true eyes, he’ll capture me

…said the preacher man, Blindly Follow Me

 

With grey tales of a bride to be

Trail the witness, Take out his knees

He knows my true eyes, he’ll capture me

…said the preacher man, You’ll Burn You’ll See