"Practise Whilst You Preach" lyrics
2:30 A.M., screaming bloody murder
Beneath me family's fighting back
Charging through the ceiling like the light brigade
Until she does appear, fresh and rosy fingered
Does not, has not any empathetic notions
Crying out in the name of Jesus Christ; her mighty Lord
But the pounding at the door has me taken aback for sure
How audacious can one really be?
I'm trying to practise
You're trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And off shoots terror to wreak terror on the streets
Perhaps you're too infatuated with the almighty
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Make sure that blindfold's fitted nice and tight
And income interjections from an indiscernible antagonist
I've never heard a bark out-bark itself in such a way
The least that you could do is shut the fucking window
The draft brings in a chill swiftly followed by no chill
I'm trying to practise
You are trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
Sometimes life can be a gift horse
You'd struggle to fabricate a tale
With properties so uncanny
Quite like this fiction, or should I say faction?
I cannot believe my eyes or ears when I think about it
When attempts at steady progress
Clash with howler monkey holiness
I'm trying to practise
You are trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
Well there goes the feeble sound of circus, roll up, top hat clown
Attempting to appease a beast only the mouth of hell could sheath
As plaster, wood, and mortar shake and lightbulb stammers at the quake
The barrier of sound does break, and open wide do heaven's gates
The barrier of sound does break, and open wide do heaven's gates
Practise whilst you preach
Beneath me family's fighting back
Charging through the ceiling like the light brigade
Until she does appear, fresh and rosy fingered
Does not, has not any empathetic notions
Crying out in the name of Jesus Christ; her mighty Lord
But the pounding at the door has me taken aback for sure
How audacious can one really be?
I'm trying to practise
You're trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And off shoots terror to wreak terror on the streets
Perhaps you're too infatuated with the almighty
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Make sure that blindfold's fitted nice and tight
And income interjections from an indiscernible antagonist
I've never heard a bark out-bark itself in such a way
The least that you could do is shut the fucking window
The draft brings in a chill swiftly followed by no chill
I'm trying to practise
You are trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
Sometimes life can be a gift horse
You'd struggle to fabricate a tale
With properties so uncanny
Quite like this fiction, or should I say faction?
I cannot believe my eyes or ears when I think about it
When attempts at steady progress
Clash with howler monkey holiness
I'm trying to practise
You are trying to preach
So let's hold hands
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
And let the A.M. take us elsewhere
Well there goes the feeble sound of circus, roll up, top hat clown
Attempting to appease a beast only the mouth of hell could sheath
As plaster, wood, and mortar shake and lightbulb stammers at the quake
The barrier of sound does break, and open wide do heaven's gates
The barrier of sound does break, and open wide do heaven's gates
Practise whilst you preach
