Текст песни Televangelist Whore - Ray Bull

We don't live here anymore
Throw out the keys
Burn down the door

What I had then
Is a question now
All your prowess
Which I allowed

If time passes slowly
I'm in too deep
Why can't I come and go when I need

What if I'm wrong

Takes a mother to know
Who's home

I don't read books anymore
I'm a televangelist whore
Comin to ya
On your TV screen
I'm not sent from Jesus
I'm not anything

I might seem fun
Like a clap-on light
Like moving to Key West
Or always doing whats right

But now I know

It's a pain to keep me on
So I'm gone

We don't live here anymore
Let the floorboards keep the score
Out of focus
And out of steam
Check your program
Read the scene

If you're disappointed
Just think of me
In my kitchen
Full of cooks
And never clean

But now I know

What it takes to keep it going
So I'm done

I'll beg
You plead
Your legs
My knees
Get out
Quit it
Come clean
Admit it
Get out
Play dead
I'm sorry I'm so shit in bed
I'll beg
You plead
Your legs
My knees