Paroles de The Preacher

Would you let this stranger take your hand Do you think he sees the promised land Holy fire, holy water Anoint the faithful break the sacred bread Will the message get inside your head Let the Preacher take your hand Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, woah, oh, oh Fire and brimstone send you straight to hell Gather round beneath the mission bell Holy fire, holy water Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, woah, oh, oh See the mighty how they fall from grace Bring the shame upon this chosen place Let the healer take your hand Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh Let the Preacher lay his hands on you, oh, oh, oh Come and stand among the chosen few, oh, oh, oh Let the healer lay his hands on you, oh, oh, oh