preacher boy

Lyrics

Now, you never have told us how you come to be
In the files so many times, despite maintainin’ you ain’t guilty
And your friends are in the files, and your wife is in the files
And you been flyin’ to that island usin’ frequent flier miles
We got freedom, of information, and somebody knows
And when you come off of that island, you gon’ have to change your clothes

Now, you never have proven there was any ballot fraud
And you never have displayed any Christian faith in God
And it’s so hard to believe you, when you only plead the fifth
When you know cameras were rollin’ on January sixth
And we got freedom, of information, and somebody knows
And when you come out of that house, you gon’ have to change your clothes

Now, you never have told us what it was you were intending
You just rewrite the start until it proves the ending
You’re a pure-bred grifter sellin’ snake-oil and spit
Only a pure-bread liar believes his own bullshit
And we got freedom, of information, and somebody knows
And when the carnival is over, you gon’ have to change your clothes

Couldn’t help but brag about your Trojan horse
When we follow the money, then we find the source
And there ain’t gonna be nobody to bestow no pardon
On the snake in the grass tellin’ lies in the garden
We got freedom, of information, and somebody knows
From the white house to the big house, you gon’ have to change your clothes
From the white house to the big house, you gon’ have to change your clothes