The Preacher - Abhinanda

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