mister preacher, mister right

preach my sins behidn your pulpit
point an accusing thumb
pierce your gaze through my guilty heart

always right, mister preacher

childhood foolishness
chanting 'whatever whatever'
judge wrinkles his furry brow at me
and the jury verdicts-yep you guessed it-you right
always right

so leave me here
in my cardboard house
i'll have my ramen at night
and be humble
don't need your fucked up philosophy
on my life

back off-you don't know me that well

always right, mister preacher

counting my pennies
gotta pay the bills
no, i don't need your help
thank you
go back to your little life in your nice, clean cut suits
mister preacher

always coming around
with your little tracks
trying to get me to turn around
but i don't wanna
so fuck off
get off my ass
and stop sticking your little stick
so far up my ass
i know what i wanna do
and my plans don't include yours
so back off
go on
preach your shit to someone else
please, please mister preacher