Troy Kingi – Wrestle with the Preacher

Troy Kingi – Wrestle with the Preacher Lyrics

Artist: Troy Kingi
Song: Wrestle with the Preacher

Wrestle with the preacher
Set his spirit free
Messing with the labourer
How tall is the money tree?

Oil and gasoline rain over me
Rogue assault in the air, full moon beam
The notion is clear, he ain’t sincere
And now more then ever now we need to overthrow the system and all its yes men

Rebels wanna teeter out on a rugged edge
With words that’re sharper then a hot knife edge
Don’t mind saying that it ain’t working
This ain’t his to be sold

All is green in the eyes of the beholder
This piece of dirt ain’t ready to fall
You can tell his majesty by the blood on his hands
This blood permeates to the foreign sands

Rebels wanna teeter out on a rugged edge
With words that’re sharper then a hot knife edge
Don’t mind saying that it ain’t working
This ain’t his to be sold

All is green in the eyes of the beholder
This piece of dirt ain’t ready to fall
All of my life I’m told to fear the falling snow
If only they knew the half of what they think I know

All of my life I’m told to fear the falling snow
If only they knew the half of what they think I know
All of my life I’m told to fear the falling snow
If only they knew the half of what they think I know

All of my life I’m told to fear the falling snow
If only they knew the half of what they think I know
Don’t mind saying that it ain’t working
This ain’t his to be sold

All is green in the eyes of the beholder
This piece of dirt ain’t ready to fall
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From the album:
Guitar Party at Uncles Bach
Release Year: 2016