Queen of Preacher

The devil's jaws are open, we're crashing to the deep,
The holy man hides his cross when she starts to pour the drink.
The deck is on the table, this bitch will drop the ace,
Dirty rock 'n' roll is gonna smash up the whole place.
Smoke is in our eyes, and we ain't got shit to lose,
We're playing in this pit until we pay our fucking dues!


Sin is in the veins like a fucking poison drug,
In her pitch-black eyes, hell is burning bright and hot.

Припев
Preacher's Queen! (Yeah!)
The flock is on their knees, her rule is obscene.
Preacher's Queen! (Fuck no!)
She'll drink your very soul and tear it up to go.


Black leather, a whip, and the clinking of the coin,
On the altar of lust, there's no mercy to enjoin.
You can't stop this clusterfuck with a hollow little prayer,
The angels ran away, they couldn't take the dare.
Beat the toms much louder, let the whole damn venue shake,
Whoever played with her gave up everything they'd make!


Sin is in the veins like a fucking poison drug,
In her pitch-black eyes, hell is burning bright and hot.

Припев
Preacher's Queen! (Yeah!)
The flock is on their knees, her rule is obscene.
Preacher's Queen! (Fuck no!)
She'll drink your very soul and tear it up to go.


Holiness is a lie for the weak and for the fools,
She tears off all the masks, she breaks the fucking rules.
Blood and cheap whiskey, going three hundred miles an hour,
This is our bastard style, feeling all the dirty power!

Припев
Preacher's Queen! (Yeah!)
The flock is on their knees, her rule is obscene.
Preacher's Queen! (Fuck no!)
She'll drink your very soul and tear it up to go.


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