I wrote this and one other one very quickly on Saturday morning in a burst of NSFW inspiration.
Three days later, I still hadn't posted this, and I thought maybe I'd re-record - make the chorus different, add some piano. But no - here's the original, captured in the moment. You can even here the dryer in the background because I forgot to turn it off.
He stood tall in the pulpit, trying to save our souls
Young folk probably thinking he was out of touch and old
But he knew just how to command his flock of many feathers
Yelled, “Time has come, everyone, to get your shit together!”
I like my foul-mouthed preacher, shepherd of the Lord
Who ain’t afraid to say “Goddamn!” when folks are getting bored
A righteous man who knows that love reigns down whoop-ass on hate
I like my foul-mouthed preacher who gives it to you straight
He’s well-read and learned, some might say a scholar
Usually soft-spoken, but he’s been known to holler
And if you’re still not listening, he’ll grab you by the collar
Let you know in certain words God wants you standing taller
I like my foul-mouthed preacher, says what’s on his mind
Only when necessary, most of the time he’s kind
Do unto others, or else he’ll call you out
But he knows it’s OK to fuck up, and it’s all right to doubt
I like my foul-mouthed preacher, tells us what needs heard
Knows that no one’s gone to hell for his choice of words
Sometimes he shakes his fist, most times he shakes your hand
I know my foul-mouthed preacher truly understands
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