Lena Philipsson - The Preacher lyrics

rate me

Now tell me my friend, how many cars would you like

Eternal life, success, happiness, God´s blessing

Hallelujuh, Hallelujuh, raise your hands to the sky

Make a wish, make it double, be rich no problem

God is generous to those who believe

The trator gotta pay with failure and diseases

I'm the son of the son

And I've come to preach the world of the Lord

I'll make you a wonderful life

Just come with me in my limousine

And leave all you worries behind

Give your soul, give your soul, give me money

I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money

To be a good man you gotta get down on your knees

And praise every breath I take

Loyalty, submission, release

With my tounge I twist, I parade

A traitor has a loss of devotion

A traitor has a loss of belief

And if the traitor is you, you have a sure rendez-vous

With Mr. Misfortune and Mirs. Desease

Give your soul, give your soul, give me money

I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money

I am Salvation, I am healing hand

Mrs. Berger, yo´re not trying hard enough

Coins are only for Satan

Temptations will call you and you´ll fall in sin

But between you and me it´s easy

You just put your hands together and say your prayer

And there you got back to Him

Give your soul, give your soul, give me money

I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money

Life is wonderful

I am Salvation, I am the healing hand

You are my soldiers,

You´ll strike on my command

Are you ready sons,

We´re gonna strike the world with the word

And the people said

Amen!