The Cat Attic - Preacher Lyrics

Run and find the preacher
He lives up on the hill
Run and find the preacher
Tell him what you did
Go into his chapel
Make him understand
Don't touch nothing in his chapel
You got blood on your hands
You got blood, on your hands
You got blood, on your...

Preacher stood and listened
He nodded his head
When I was finished
He took me to the shed
He said take this ole shovel
And dig the ruddy land
Take this ole shovel
With the blood on your hands
You got blood, on your hands
That blood, on your...

Well preacher Won't you tell me
Help me understand
Preacher Won't you tell me
How can I make the promised land
He said, listen to me boy
In me you can trust
Preacher said through his teeth
As long as your gold don't rust
Gimme that gold in your hands
Gimme that gold from your hands

Preacher came for payment
As I knelt on the ground
I came up shovel swinging
Now I gotta dig a second mound
Last the preacher heard
Fore I let my shovel sway
Rather be in hell honest
Than paradise the wrong way