Faith Healer

Sick and tired
You fall asleep
You say your prayers
But talk is cheap
You hope someday
You'll find some luck
You wish that god
Would pick you up

Get sick

Preacher says
You don't need pills
You don't need doctors
You're not ill
Send a check
And you'll be cured
Send your money
Or you'll get worse



Credits
Writer(s): William Armstrong
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