Yesterday's Preacher
Preach yourself at me,
As if you could do this,
As if all your rules,
Are everything I should be.
Think you know all the ways,
To sift my words perfect,
You don't dare follow me,
Nothing in you like this.
You are sitting very high,
Raining words down from the sky,
It must be easy up there,
Spewing venom from your lair,
Funny, I don't see you try,
Ghost behind those empty lies.
If you know everything,
Why don't you get down here?
Lets see just what you've got.
You could have it all,
I know ...