Jesse Was A Preacher

[Sample]
Dear God
Hope you get the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
Cause they don't get enough to eat

[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas
Caught up in a war while he was touched by the heavens
Angels and demons spawned a creature of their own
And so Jesse gets a crew and travels far from home
With a drinking buddy with a sharp tooth for you
And an old lady though she's got a problem or two
Jesse found his voice fill up the heavens with a whisper
Angel of Death, The Saint of Killers, brothers and sisters
Cause all I see are hedonists and racists
Sex-crazed sadists, sinners, with souls vacant
They say we're all gonna meet him someday
And I got a couple things I wanna say

[Chorus]
(Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas)
Dear God
Hope you get the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
(whoever thought that a preacher could protect us?)
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
(so listen up)
Cause all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
Cause they don't get enough to eat
From God
Man I don't believe you
Man I can't believe you
Man I don't believe you
Man I can't believe him

[Verse 2: Adam WarRock]
Jesse was a preacher down at the Alamo
The place where god
Can reach a man who lost his faith though
God's in his heaven all's right in the world
And The Saint has got a gun locked
And loaded where the chamber twirls
This is for all the people that ever died
Needlessly in your eyes
Cause something didn't survive
This is for all the angels in your employ
And the demons that you cast out
Made them your toys
Cause I'm sick to death
Man, I'm sick to my stomach
Watching you play chess with these innocents
My life is still a mess
Not worth any of this
But I'm blessed with such a mission, yo
So let me finish it
They say the calling makes the man
They say the voice of a preacher can
Make people stand and clap their hands
I say that God is just an asshole with
Time to kill
And if he's listening still
Then let me tell ya something

[Chorus]
(Jesse was a preacher in the backwoods of Texas)
Dear God
Hope you get the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
(whoever thought that a preacher could protect us? nah)
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
(yo, so listen up)
Cause all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
Cause they don't get enough to eat
From God

Man I don't believe you
Man I can't believe you
Man I don't believe you
Man I can't believe him