allan james saywell - Devils Gate

Oh my old mans a preacher
He wears a preachers vest
When he gives a bloody serman
He'll put you to the test
He cries out to the congregation
Listen here you bloody mugs
I promise all of yous, a bloody damnation
You'll all be hung by your gear and tackle
You'll be hung all day long
Till you hear your grandmother cackle
I'm gonna punish all you bastards
For not putting your money in the plate
I'm gunna show you the door
To the Devils gate, i'll teach you a lesson
For not putting on the plate
When i preach i also teach
That you shouldn't hate
Learn to give all you got
And put it on my bloody plate

Written Tuesday July 2005

allan james saywell

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