I went on down for a walk in woods and then I had to say to my dismay
I met a rip a mysteries ripper something I'd have given away
I had to admit that I new it was somewhere in the back of my twisted mind
It seems the child who sprung up before me never gonna be his kind

Hey there Mr. preacher, hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my breath, you better get a load of this

Goodman gonna give you what you need
Goodman gonna play the demon seed

I'm never gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the pack
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last

The sweet continued on with a journey
And my revelations came in a tale or two
Every word that my bid would say I see them though I saw right through
The purist shapes and the purifying
Rippin women although the sea's
They offer bail on my friends occasion every other day of the week

Hey there Mr. preacher hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my breath you better get a load of this
I'm never gonna stray I'm never gonna leave the pack
I have to stay cause I gotta make this feeling last
I do oh take to the bridge

Oh put the lessons learned and so forgotten
Hardships coming to secret vales
They wanna keep me hung on the crosses
They have to find some bigger nails
I walk the streets like a downing Tomas
I swear at saint when they pass me by
Nothings pure and everything's tainted
Where I'm gonna go when I die

Hey there Mr. preacher hey there Mr. Smith
If you recognise my breath you better get a load of this

Goodman gonna give you what you need
Goodman gonna play the demon seed

I'm never gonna stray, I'm never gonna leave the pack
I have to stay, cause I gotta make this feeling last
Yeah I do, Yeah I surly do