Oh my old mans a preacher <br />He wears a preachers vest <br />When he gives a bloody serman <br />He'll put you to the test <br />He cries out to the congregation <br />Listen here you bloody mugs <br />I promise all of yous, a bloody damnation <br />You'll all be hung by your gear and tackle <br />You'll be hung all day long <br />Till you hear your grandmother cackle <br />I'm gonna punish all you bastards <br />For not putting your money in the plate <br />I'm gunna show you the door <br />To the Devils gate, i'll teach you a lesson <br />For not putting on the plate <br />When i preach i also teach <br />That you shouldn't hate <br />Learn to give all you got <br />And put it on my bloody plate <br /> <br />Written Tuesday July 2005<br /><br />allan james saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devils-gate/
