I went on down for a walk in the woods, and then I had to see to my dismay
I met a ripper, a mysteries ripper, something I'd have given away
I had to admit that I new it was somewhere, in the back of my twisted mind
It seems the child who sprang up before me, never gonna be his kind
Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith,
If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this
Good man, gonna give you what you need
Good man, gonna play the demon seed
Don't wanna stray, I'm never wanna leave the path
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last
The sweet continued on with a journey
And my revelations came in a tale or two
Every word that my friend would say, I see them, though I saw right through
The Puritans, and the purifying,
Raping women all through the streets
They offer bail on my friend's occasion, every other day of the week
Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this
Good man, gonna give you what you need
Good man, gonna play the demon seed
Don't gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last
Oh I do, oh take to the bridge
Oh put the lessons learned and soon forgotten
Hardships coming to secret vales
They wanna keep me hung on the crosses
They'll have to find some bigger nails
I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas
I swear at saints when they pass me by
Nothing's pure when everything's tainted
Where am I gonna go when I die
Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my friend, you'd better get a load of this
Good man, gonna give you what you need
Good man, gonna play the demon seed
I don't wanna stray, I'm never gonna leave the path
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last
Yeah I do, Yeah I surly do
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