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Preachin' to the choir
You see, God love her
Oh me and God love her

She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy
thought we was all gonna burst
After daddy cut the big one
At the Horn Lake Mississippi Missionary Baptist Church

He said, "The devil made me do it"
I'm starting to believe that there's a god and he hates me
I'm starting to believe that my mom lied about grace and divinity
And it hurts like
Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
All those voices asking for forgiveness
Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve
strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain

Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
lost you
That I've lost you now, I've lost you

Can you hear the choir sing?
We never made it to the old town, my God
We never made it very far away
One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
At battle with a mass astringent. The bond
That blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption that
three
By then he'd been through the ringer
Made himself a name as a singer
Read about in all of the papers
How the boy got lost in the vapors

Ego
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
weren't meant to know
Are spoke of in places where we can't go
So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe
That we were made by a different God
made everything
Wrong into everything right
And I believed in god

But he's evil
He's evil, he's evil, he's evil

'Cause she don't want me

When
and ran away
I should ask a choir what do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I
on 
So being beneficent, I bless em with dialogue 
They expecting, the next testament by the God 
I blow em through battle zones with chrome for chaperon
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
like a sheep 
Don't blame me for all the years 
That you were asleep 

[Relax 
God is in control 
Watch the dot 
Take your meds 
Obey my demands
like a sheep 
Don't blame me for all the years 
That you were asleep 

[Relax 
God is in control 
Watch the dot 
Take your meds 
Obey my demands
You might have seen one out in Minnesota
Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
But they were made back in Worcester Mass
Of aluminum and bakalite
The moon's made of cheese
And God is a boy scout
When I go to sleep
I'll be dreaming about
All the things...
Then I'll dream about
Churches with
Great
permeated
With the healing melody of an invisible choir
And I knew I had entered the domain of the living God

My eyes beheld a vast concourse of souls
You might have seen one out in Minnesota
Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
But they were made back in Worcester Mass
Of aluminum and bakalite
bride, Oh how I, miss your face
Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face

Tell me are you real? Do you feel?
Do you steal these moments you
it's all that they give ya 
Cause all of history is written by winners 
I'm engaged in a frenzy 
of mass self-destruction 
I feed upon your famine
When it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting 
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys I'm gonna get me