Come, All Ye Sinners

Cast your eyes on starry skies while I fashion my disguise
From cure-all remedies and bargain-priced redemption
This may come as a surprise, but I'm not like those other guys
They're all charlatans and masters of deception

Just a preacher on a stage in this dark and troubled age
The signs are there on every page of Revelations
Armageddon's on its way, who's prepared for Judgment Day?
Some will perish and somе will pay for their salvation
(With their genеrous donations)

'Cause I'm spinning a web that's designed to confuse and bewilder
My weapons are words, and I can kill two birds with one scripture
I'm your man

Men in suits, all neatly pressed; women in their Sunday best
Watch me dazzle and impress the congregation
How I sing them all to sleep, pray the Lord their souls to keep
By the time they're counting sheep, I'm on vacation
(Thanks to those donations)

'Cause I'm spinning a web that's designed to confuse and bewilder
My weapons are words, and I can kill two birds with one scripture
And I'm your man
I'm your man
I've got the key to the Promised Land
And I'm your man
Take my hand
I'll lead the way to the Promised Land
Oh, I'm your man