Preacher Man

Well, I ain't the kind of man

Who'd turn and run from a fight

Got no money in my pockets

All I carry these days is my old man's knife

I ain't sweating for my wages

I'm just fighting demons, raging in the dark

Between memories and broken dreams

I ain't sure there's a real good place to start

Well I'm pretty good at playing roles

I've been acting like I'm something that I'm not for a while

I've been running from my nature

Trying to change it

But turns out there's plenty parts of me

That ain't worth saving

I'm a no good son of a

Preacher man

With a smoking habit

In a one piece band

Not a clue in the world what I'm doing

Or where I'm bound

And I'm running awful low on

Give a damn's

And I'm trying to learn to accept who I am

I ain't asking for approval anymore

Papa, I'm grown now

I'm gonna make you proud

I'm gonna make you proud

Well I had a dream the other night that

I was standing on a stage

In the shadows of the crowd

I swear to God I saw your face

You came to me with open arms

And told me you were proud of who I was

But I woke up alone again

And I can't face the man that I've become

Still I'm pretty good at playing roles

I've been acting like I'm something

That I'm not for a while

I've been running from my nature

Trying to change it

But turns out there's plenty parts of me

Ain't worth saving

I'm a no good son of a

Preacher man

With a smoking habit

In a one piece band

Not a clue in the world what I'm doing

Or where I'm bound

And I'm running awful low on

Give a damn's

And I'm trying to learn to accept who I am

I ain't asking for approval anymore

Papa, I'm grown now

I'm gonna make you proud

I'm gonna make you proud