Goodman Ragi went on down for a walk in the woods and then i had to see to my dismay i met a ripper a mysterious 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 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 have to stay cause i gotta make this feeling last i do take to the bridge 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 don't wanna stray i'm never gonna leave the path have to stay cause i gotta make this feeling last yeah, i do i surely do Copyright © Pool of Dreams - An Ottawa Fan Site[ This site was created, designed, dreamed and is maintained by Kristen and Adam. |
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