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Reverend Jacob Nighttrain

from CREEPERWEED by Bloodkin

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REVEREND JACOB NIGHTTRAIN

you've got to be called to do this
got to believe in what you sell
seven nights a week I preach here on the street corner
right in the middle of Hell
in the middle of Hell

you were washing down this river of neon
liquor and perfume
you were smothering indeed in the vanity and greed
then you heard me talking to you
heard me talking to you

(chorus)
you better stop you better listen
not many do what I do
you better stop you better listen
I've got a bargain for you
yes I do


I am the Reverend Jacob Nighttrain
my tongue tastes nothing but the truth
if you cross my palm and you mean me no harm
you just might taste some too
might taste some too

I know I look damaged and dirty
I know I don't look like much
but I could make you shine in five minutes' time
for a donation to my church
little donation to my church

(chorus)


it's right around the corner to the whorehouse
where she knows my Christian name
she take my pulse when I stumble and fall
she sponge away my shame
sponge away my shame

see we're both standing south of Heaven
we're both standing on the same ground
I'm just making a friendly proposal
the best one you'll get in this town
best one you'll get in this town

(chorus)

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from CREEPERWEED, released September 19, 1996

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