Preachers

There's a lot of preachers here but I don't see no saints
'Lot of fingers pointin'
Palms sweating under red paint

All us curtain twitchers, viewing pictures, fling them windows wide
The screen's unreflective, no perspective, is there guilt inside?
Feeling dead important in the comments takes like
We're on fire!

Damned if they do
Damned if he don't
Maybe she will
What if I won't?

Quick, punish each other, don't discover the pattern, repeat it
Forget all the nuance, 'cause we're fluent in carceral logic
Hold the women higher, shoot them faster 'cause the men can't help it

Damned if she do
Damned if we don't
Damned if I do
Damned if you don't

I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!

Mr. Sanctimony and his pony only know that one trick
Calls it liberation, mans his station, never budges from it
Our mental exhaustion fuels their fortune in the silicon pit

Damned if we do
Damned if they don't
Maybe you will
What if she won't

Damned if you do
Damned if I don't

I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!
I don't want to be saved!
I guess I'll be damned!

I guess I'll be damned!
I guess I'll be damned!
I guess I'll be damned!
I guess I'll be-



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph York, Manfred E. Herzog, Lauren Aldridge, Katie Gatt
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