Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man

Following desire in your eyes You're mine, you're mine all mine Following the signs in your mind You're mine, you're mine, all mine Bring me the head of the preacher Man in the sickening daze O, the rotting sun washes down The moonshine boys, the vultures drool They pluck the gold dust from his eyes And pick his bones until they're clean The book of sorrows, the American dreams Bring me the head of the preacher man On the blazing trail Heaven holds lone star promise El Dorado The insane theater, once more we rise To drain the last of liquid sleep The gift of chance Eating the worm as the vapor drops and dances And everything stops and dances Bring me the head of the preacher man We tumble down these lonely days