Bring Me the Head of the Preacher Man

Following desire in your eyes
You're mine, you're mine all mine
Following the signs in your mind
You're mine, you're mine, all mine

Bring me the head of the preacher
Man in the sickening daze
O, the rotting sun washes down
The moonshine boys, the vultures drool

They pluck the gold dust from his eyes
And pick his bones until they're clean
The book of sorrows, the American dreams
Bring me the head of the preacher man

On the blazing trail
Heaven holds lone star promise El Dorado
The insane theater, once more we rise
To drain the last of liquid sleep