Preachers, drape your gossip like violets Fill up your stars like a nihilist Candle in the mouth, good morning, just a mistake Jealousy for judging one's taste Preaching psychopathy is a heartache Diamond in the rough Checking our faces, smooth and decay I know by and by I'll be replaced But before I reach that event in time I'll rearrange you Common sense don't apprehend us They make everything about their lives And I bet if you met me You'd regret me Because I'm probably not on your side Don't think about it You're making a change The world's a better And if your talent Consists of doorways I'd ask you kindly Preachers, drape your gossip like violets Fill up your stars like a nihilist Candle in the mouth, good morning, just a mistake Jealousy for judging one's taste Preaching psychopathy is a heartache Diamond in the rough Checking our faces, smooth and decay I know by and by I'll be replaced But before I reach that event in time I'll rearrange you I'll rearrange you