Pleasant People & Perfect Preachers

Gonna take my axe
Gone cut a bunch of trees
You might think it's funny
But you'll see what I mean

Gonna make a whole bunch of money
Gonna buy a bunch of friends
Gonna buy that big house down the street
Down where the road bends
Want me to invite you over?
Good luck!
Bring your four-leaf clover

The way I saunter
I send shivers down your spine
I never falter
So strong I'll make you squeal like a swine

We live in a world
Of mythical creatures
And you know
There's pleasant people
And perfect preachers

In the night
You see a light shining bring
Take off the shades
Take off the shades

Take them off your eyes
You're blind

Yeah!
Co'mon!



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Bastidas
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