The Preacher

I am the preacher
This is an insurrection
You think you can handle this
Well all right, let's go

Aw, yeah

I, I never asked for this
I, I never wanted this
But when I lie in my bed
Can't get it out of my head
I never asked for this

They, they got me right from birth
They, they taught me right from birth
Not to care what about you
Or give a shit what you do you
They got me right from birth

Then like a slug to the chest
It went straight through my vest
Man, it blew up my heart
Yeah, and it tore me apart
Now I am the preacher

I never asked for this

You, you tore me up inside
You started a war inside
Filled me full up with a rage
All this suffering and pain
You tore me up inside

I, I took this to your kings
I, I did not learn a thing
Except to market and sell
And to threaten the hell
I took this to your kings

Now I'm standing alone
Yeah I'll go it alone
I guess I just didn't fit
Oh, now here comes the new shit
I am the preacher

Now, God isn't dead
Oh, but religion is dead
It doesn't mean much to me
It doesn't mean anything
But God isn't dead

Oh, now

This is my church, these are my people
This is my heart, this is my temple
This is my church, and I am the preacher

Aw, hell, go, amen