A broken body, it's joints at war,
Religious vipers sucking royal blood,
The price is paid, the final score,
The truth exists, even through pious mud.

Who are these people behind the stained-glass windows'
Have they forgotten just what they came here for'
Was it salvation or scared of hell'
Or an assembly of a social get-together'

What's the mission of the preacher man'
Some are true, some do lie,
What's the mission of the preacher man'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

A threat of justice, the lazy judge,
The governess teaches his son to scream,
Adopted child,
True path to trudge,
No minor plot to undermine his dream.

Who are these people behind the stained-glass windows'
Have they forgotten just what they came here for'
Was it salvation or scared of hell'
Or an assembly of a social get-together'

What's the mission of the preacher man'
Some are true, some do lie,
What's the mission of the preacher man'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Bless God; the more I think about it, the more I think I was preaching the truth,
I went down to the Cadillac agency, and one hour later I drove out a new Cadillac, Hallelujah, say, "Praise the Lord", bless God,
I'm gonna drive that Cadillac down here, and get it dusty and dirty and use it for God, Hallelujah, thank-you Jesus.)

Who are these people behind the stained-glass windows'
Have they forgotten just what they came here for'
Was it salvation or scared of hell'
Or an assembly of a social get-together'

What's the mission of preacher man'
Some are true, some do lie,
What's the mission of...of the preacher man'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Say, what's the mission of preacher, the preacher man'
Some are true, some do lie,
What's the mission of...of the preacher man'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.