I don’t want no trouble
excuse me ma’am yes indeed
You call my type rubble
You wanna preach when I bleed
but there’s no truth
I’ve found in you
hard as I’ve tried
To fathom your mind
Let it be my problem
cause it’s my life
and I like what I do
and I’ll do it without you
hey Lady Preacher
I’ve had enough
Your time is up
hey Lady Preacher
It’s bad for me
and talk is cheap
don’t come