Give us this day
our daily dose of
faux affliction,
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit
with forked tongues
selling faux sermons
Because I am a new
wave gospel sharp,
and you'll be thy
witness
So gentlemen, if
you are going to
preach,
Then for God sakes
preach with conviction!
Strike up the band!
Whoa! the conductor
is beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you...move.
Strike up the band!
Whoa! the conductor
beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you...move.
Just stay where
I can see you.
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for
a show tonight.
In this little
number we are graced
by two displays
of character,
We've got: the gunslinger
extraordinaire,
a walking contradiction;
And I for one can
see no blood
From the hearts
and the wrists you
allegedly slit
And I for one wont
stand for this
If the scene were
a parish you'd all
be condemned.
Strike up the band!
Whoa the conductor
is beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you...move.
Strike up the band!
Whoa the conductor
is beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you,
don't you...move.
Just stay where
I can see you.
Douse the lights!
...We sure are in
for a show tonight
Just stay where
I can see you.
Douse the lights!
...We sure are in
for a show tonight
Just stay where
I can see you.
Douse the lights!
La da ta ta la da
ta ta la da ta ta....
Strike up the band!
Whoa! the conductor
is beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it.
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you
move...
Strike up the band!
Whoa! the conductor
is beckoning
Come congregation,
and let's sing it
like you mean it.
No. Don't you get
it don't you get
it? Now don't you
move...
Don't you move
Don't you move!
Strike up the band!
