Preacher Automatic

I'm something better now
I don't know how
I got so low
that I made it a home
I took a shovel and I dug it out
I made amends
now the preacher man
he wanna know
if we can still be friends

I cling to God after midnight
sharing thoughts with lamp lights
Me all alone, with my soul and I just bare it
and I don't think that
I care about irrelevant change
it's all the same it's all the same
they've got me up on a stage

They're saying who are you?
who, who, are you?

They're saying who are you?
who, who, are you?

Crazy is as crazy does
lazy as I ever was
took awhile to wipe off
the dust on the microphone
but I put it back together
plotted course through the weather
bought an umbrella cuz
I think it's going to storm

And, I don't care
if you really enjoy it
cuz I'm just a man
whose getting really annoyed
with all the stuff that comes out
and I can't understand it
don't think I can ever really handle it

So I'm going to make my attempt
and I don't really care
if I'm kept in contempt
for all that stuff that comes out
and I can't control it
scratch that, roll it back
I can control it

And you can write that down
it's on the house
pass it off as your own
when you're on the prowl
impress all your new friends
on a social level
keep buying in
to what Hollywood peddles
cuz that's where we keep
faith and belief
between the God of you choice
and Celebrities