All The Bad Things

[Verse 1]
Preacher, what are you talking about?
You know you got it all wrong
You got it all flipped upside down

Go ahead share your secrets with us
We want a piece of that pie, have some fun
Come on the jig is up

[Chorus]
All the prophets and disciples
They all knew the truth
Not a thing'll get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens
Than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending 'cause
All the bad things oh they make me feel so good
Feel so good

[Verse 2]
Preacher, why you trying to scare me?
Stop trying to trip us with guilt
We know you're fucking your secretary
My hats off congrats on your elaborate scheme
I ain't even mad you bought a Cadillac with my tithes and offerings

[Chorus]
All the prophets and disciples
They all knew the truth
Not a thing'll get you higher than the labors of our fruits
Ain't nothing closer to the heavens
Than some cocaine and some booze
We can all just stop pretending 'cause
All the bad things oh they make me feel so good

[Outro]
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Feel so good