Rock'n'roll preacher

If you’re feelin’ down and out, you don’t know what to do
stuck like a dancer in the middle of a dune
hangin’ out with vultures 'n' shadows of the past
only broken bottles, no babe in your nest

‘f you wake up in the night screamin’ like a sheep
and your neighbor calls the coppers every time you drag your feet
a stranger in your hometown, a prisoner abroad
you better come and have a walk to where I’m gonna go

I’m gonna see my rock’n'roll preacher
worse than a gangster, better than a teacher
in New York City all the angels gonna meet ya
so come along and see my rock’n'roll preacher

if the bank has got a mortgage on your very last temptation
and the motorway is closed until next year
if livin’ is too costly and dyin’ has no price
an' you see the devil’s signature in every corner of the sky

Oh come along, see my rock’n'roll preacher
worse than a gangster, better than a teacher
in New York City all the angels gonna meet ya
so come along and see my rock’n'roll preacher

He’s gonna write a letter to the ghost you keep inside
he’s gonna tell him clear, “boy, we know just where you hide”
an’ if you’re a little lucky with the preacher by your side
you’re gonna roll to heaven on a chokin’ motorbike

So learn to do the twist, try and bogaloo
do the funky chicken in the middle of a zoo
trade all your trouble for the rhythm of his band
and let the rockin’ angels take you by the hand

Oh come along, see my rock’n'roll preacher
worse than a gangster, better than a teacher
in New York City all the angels gonna meet ya
oh, come along and see my…


(P) (C) 2008 Davide Ravera