You say it's sink or swim, but I prefer to wallow
Like a moth to the flame, where you go I'll follow
You look washed up, rotten teeth, rotten luck
It's time to play your cards but I think the game is up
Underneath the counter the Jeweller keeps a baseball bat
Solid gold fillings and steel toe caps
You're the fly in the ointment the dirt under my nails
Clipped the bird of it's wings just to watch it flail
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Fowl - Mr Preacher Lyrics
Fowl - Mr Preacher Lyrics
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You say it's sink or swim, but I prefer to wallow
Like a moth to the flame, where you go I'll follow
You look washed up, rotten teeth, rotten luck
It's time to play your cards but I think the game is up
Underneath the counter the Jeweller keeps a baseball bat
Solid gold fillings and steel toe caps
You're the fly in the ointment the dirt under my nails
Clipped the bird of it's wings just to watch it flail
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Like a moth to the flame, where you go I'll follow
You look washed up, rotten teeth, rotten luck
It's time to play your cards but I think the game is up
Underneath the counter the Jeweller keeps a baseball bat
Solid gold fillings and steel toe caps
You're the fly in the ointment the dirt under my nails
Clipped the bird of it's wings just to watch it flail
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Even Mr Preacher carries a gun
Even Mr Preacher likes to have fun
Writer: Matthew McDonnall, Matthew McDonnell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid