Lyrics
Preachers of Doom
Woke the day in the usual way
Sun smiling on my face
There’s frost on the window
But I don’t let snowflakes bring me down
Looked in the mirror and I saw the gray
Hey but that ‘s okay
I live my scars and I don’t complain
They keep my feet on the ground
While the preachers of doom
preach I’m living on borrowed time
Living inside my single-wide mind
Well you know I just
Do good to the good kind
Don’t mess with the bad kind
Carry a big stick and i’m fine
I do good to the good kind
Don’t mess with the bad kind
Carry a big stick and i’m fine
Went for coffee and a cigarette
Threw some bacon in my omelet
Might have even had a little hit
Found my car and i made it go
Roared all the way to the whorehouse
I run high test gasoline
While the preachers of doom
preach I’m living on borrowed time
Living inside my single-wide mind
Well you know I just
Do good to the good kind
Don’t mess with the bad kind
Carry a big stick and I’m fine
Do good to the good kind
Don’t mess with the bad kind
Carry a big stick and I’m fine
