Practise Whilst You Preach Songtext
von DEADLETTER

2:30 A.M. screaming bloody murder
Beneath me family′s fighting back
Charging through the ceiling like the Light Brigade
Until she does appear, fresh and rosy fingered
Does not, has not any empathetic notions
Crying out in the name of Jesus Christ; her mighty lord
But that pounding of the door has me taken aback for sure
How audacious can one really be?

I'm trying to practise, you′re trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere


And off shoots terror to wreak terror on the streets
Perhaps you're too infatuated with the Almighty
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Make sure that blindfold′s fitted, nice and tight
And income interjections from an indiscernible antagonist
I′ve never heard a bark out-bark itself in such a way
The least you could do is shut the fucking window
The draft brings in a chill, swiftly followed by no chill

I'm trying to practise
You are trying to preach
So let′s hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere

Sometimes life can be a gift horse
You'd struggle to fabricate a tale
With properties so uncanny, quite like
This fiction, or should I say faction?
I cannot believe my eyes, or ears when I think about it
When attempts at steady progress
Clash with howler monkey holiness

I′m trying to practise, you are trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere


Well there goes the feeble sound of (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere)
Circus, roll up, top hat clown (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere)
Attempting to appease a beast (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere)
Only the mouth of hell could sheath
As plaster, wood, and motar shake (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere)
And light bulb stammers at the quake
The barrier of sound does break (and let the A.M. take us elsewhere)
And open wide do heaven′s gates
The barrier of sound does break
And open wide do heaven's gates

Practise whilst you preach