The preacher scrubbed your sins away absolved you under rafters
under fire
under auspices
Of books with dust in bindings
layed down many lifetimes thick.
But a preacher needs a pulpit
like a fish requires scales
Without the choir, no pool to swim.
Senators tell you sweetened lies
that half us want to hear
two per state
means only saying
"Sorry," 'bout half the time
to half the people, sometimes.
But a liar needs your two ears
and a moment of your time
No need for snake oil when you're well.
McGowan is a drinker, true
draining oceans of pints dry
under fire
under praises, too
From quarters high and lowly
his legend laid down thickly
But a preacher needs a pulpit
and McGowan needs a page
Needs pen in hand and needs a stage
Otherwise, he's just a "Shane."
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
The preacher scrubbed your sins away absolved you under rafters
under fire
under auspices
Of books with dust in bindings
layed down many lifetimes thick.
But a preacher needs a pulpit
like a fish requires scales
Without the choir, no pool to swim.
Senators tell you sweetened lies
that half us want to hear
two per state
means only saying
"Sorry," 'bout half the time
to half the people, sometimes.
But a liar needs your two ears
and a moment of your time
No need for snake oil when you're well.
McGowan is a drinker, true
draining oceans of pints dry
under fire
under praises, too
From quarters high and lowly
his legend laid down thickly
But a preacher needs a pulpit
and McGowan needs a page
Needs pen in hand and needs a stage
Otherwise, he's just a "Shane."
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