The motorcycle minister goes to the open mic, to read some dodgy poetry, but everybody knows, everybody knows, it's just a sermon in disguise. Some people start to leave, time to call it a night. The motorcycle minister walks into the coffee shop, starts hitting on the customers for money. That's how it always goes, how it always goes, some try to avert their eyes. Others shuffle nervously, get the check, and say goodbye. He rides his bike from town to town, lately it seems he's always hanging around. He rides his bike from town to town, he can't keep a good man down. The motorcycle minister is asking for donations, to fund his fledgling ministry, but everybody knows, everybody knows, just what it is he's saving to buy. It's what he wants, and what he needs, is a new motorcycle. Cos he crashed his bike, somewhere downtown, until he buys another, he'll be hanging around. He crashed his bike, in the wrong side of town, but he can't keep this man down. He'll always be around.