Every performer is a preacher We need to make, make a living By giving a piece of the pie Look me in the eye Tell me, are you believing? Are you believing?
Every performer is a preacher We need to be, be adored We say it's give and getting love But there's a war And this'll do And this'll do
Where there are two and two and two and two together Stop pointing their hands Two and two and two and two together Stop pointing their hands We're good, then bad We're glad, then sad We're good, then bad It's all warm pretending
Though some are good, good in their preaching Make me forget or lose respect Fake til you make the perfect mistake and then hustle Til your backbone breaks Til your backbone breaks
Every performer is a preacher But, some, I think, are for real Solid like brick or steel The ones that make you feel You got more love to give More than you receive
Where there are two and two and two and two together Stop pointing their hands Two and two and two and two together They stop pointing their hands
We're good, then bad We're glad, then sad We're good, then bad We're glad Stop pretending