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"The Evangelist"

This place-is drying up
In the-middle of a drought.
We're all-backed into a corner.
We've got-no way out.

But there's a man at the door selling an oasis.
Talking bout the land of milk and honey.
All we've gotta do is work a little faster.
And give him just a little bit of money.

He calls himself the Evangelist.
He claims to know the truth but I don't believe it.

He's got a 'good book,' says we're living in sin.
And all the good people are starting to listen.

I see tired looks-in people's eyes
Dust is choking-all of our throats.
Never seen so much suffering in my life.
The wells are as empty as our hope.

But there's a well-dressed man talking real loud.
Telling us how the meek inherit the earth.
Selling us whispers of long-ago promises.
Asking us how much our souls are worth, and

He calls himself the Evangelist.
He claims to know the truth but I don't believe it.
He's got a 'good book,' says we're living in sin.
And all the good people are starting to listen.

I see smiles on the faces of the people I know.
Some guy I met, at the cigarette store.
Swears he knows where he's goin, when he's here no more
A place with pearly gates instead of wooden doors.

Cuz there's a man with shiny shoes, telling him tales.
About life in Heaven and life in Hell.
Eternal damnation, and all of the rest.
Most everyone seems to be mighty impressed, and

He calls himself the Evangelist.
He claims to know the truth but I don't believe it.
He's got a 'good book,' says we're living in sin.
And all the good people are starting to listen.

I'm not so sure bout this Evangelist.
I'm looking for answers, but not from him.
Don't trust noone who won't shake my hand.
I'd rather live my life, as best as I can.

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