Album: Mugiboogie
Every performer is a preacher
We need to make, make a living
By giving a piece of the pie
Look me in the eye
Tell me, are you believing?
Are you believing?
Every performer is a preacher
We need to be, be adored
We say it's give and getting love
But there's a war
And this'll do
And this'll do
Where there are two and two and two and two together
Stop pointing their hands
Two and two and two and two together
Stop pointing their hands
We're good, then bad
We're glad, then sad
We're good, then bad
It's all warm pretending
Though some are good, good in their preaching
Make me forget or lose respect
Fake til you make the perfect mistake and then hustle
Til your backbone breaks
Til your backbone breaks
Every performer is a preacher
But, some, I think, are for real
Solid like brick or steel
The ones that make you feel
You got more love to give
More than you receive
Where there are two and two and two and two together
Stop pointing their hands
Two and two and two and two together
They stop pointing their hands
We're good, then bad
We're glad, then sad
We're good, then bad
We're glad
Stop pretending