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