Song parody of
All The Bad Things (Stripped Back)
by Liam St. John
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Preacher, what are you talking about?
You know you got it all wrong
You got it all flipped upside down
Go ahead share your secrets with us
We want a piece of that pie, have some fun
Come on the jig is up
All the prophets and disciples they all knew the truth
Not a thing will get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending cuz all the bad things oh they make me feel so good
Preacher, why you trying to scare me?
Stop trying to trip us with guilt we know you're fucking your secretary
My hats off congrats on your elaborate scheme
I ain't even mad you bought a Cadillac with my tithes and offerings
All the prophets and disciples they all knew the truth
Not a thing will get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending cuz all the bad things oh they make me feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Feel so good
Preacher, what are you talking about?
You know you got it all wrong
You got it all flipped upside down
Go ahead share your secrets with us
We want a piece of that pie, have some fun
Come on the jig is up
All the prophets and disciples they all knew the truth
Not a thing will get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending cuz all the bad things oh they make me feel so good
Preacher, why you trying to scare me?
Stop trying to trip us with guilt we know you're fucking your secretary
My hats off congrats on your elaborate scheme
I ain't even mad you bought a Cadillac with my tithes and offerings
All the prophets and disciples they all knew the truth
Not a thing will get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending cuz all the bad things oh they make me feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Feel so good
