| Song | Preacher Man |
| Artist | Twitching Tongues |
| Album | World War Live |
| Momma, I’ve got something to ask you, have things been alright? | |
| Dad’s been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight. | |
| Shouldn’t he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on. | |
| I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong. | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? | |
| Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more? | |
| Momma, you don’t have to tell me, we all got our secrets. | |
| Even then I had a feeling I wouldn’t know the truth for several years to come. | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? | |
| Why’s he sittin’ in my father’s chair? Why can’t I see my daddy no more? | |
| Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes don’t fear change. | |
| If you’d have told me, then, the cause for departure, you’d see a different man before you today. | |
| With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say: | |
| "Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief. | |
| A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me. | |
| Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine. | |
| Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why can’t I see my kids no more? | |
| I know this preacher man, he ain’t no friend of mine. | |
| Now he’s gone and changed the life of my children. | |
| Dead preacher I hope to find.” | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain’t he preaching no more? |
| Momma, I' ve got something to ask you, have things been alright? | |
| Dad' s been gone for a while, and the doors been locked up tight. | |
| Shouldn' t he be home any minute? Wish I knew what was going on. | |
| I was such a young boy then, still I knew, something was wrong. | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain' t he preaching no more? | |
| Why' s he sittin' in my father' s chair? Why can' t I see my daddy no more? | |
| Momma, you don' t have to tell me, we all got our secrets. | |
| Even then I had a feeling I wouldn' t know the truth for several years to come. | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain' t he preaching no more? | |
| Why' s he sittin' in my father' s chair? Why can' t I see my daddy no more? | |
| Seemed simple enough. Love divided. Innocent eyes don' t fear change. | |
| If you' d have told me, then, the cause for departure, you' d see a different man before you today. | |
| With thoughts of suicide and my mother on his mind, still I wonder what my father would say: | |
| " Priest. No man of his word. Minister of disbelief. | |
| A bastard, a liar, a hypocrite. Manipulative motherfucker stole my life from me. | |
| Who is this preacher man? Used to call him a friend of mine. | |
| Who does this coward think he is in my chair? Why can' t I see my kids no more? | |
| I know this preacher man, he ain' t no friend of mine. | |
| Now he' s gone and changed the life of my children. | |
| Dead preacher I hope to find." | |
| Who is this preacher man, and why ain' t he preaching no more? |