He's coming
They say he's coming
A real preacher
Witch doctor
Soul-seeker
He's got a book of answers
Bag full of tricks
Some cruel devices
Ain't nothing he can't fix
He's coming
Can't you see
He's coming
For me
He's gonna take me to the river
I can't swim
He's gonna hold me under
Till I'm washed of sin
He's coming
He's got a wicked hand
With an iron grip
Placed upon my throat
So I don't slip
He's gonna prop me up
And nail me down
Fire blazing below me
Everyone gather 'round
He's coming
Can't you see
He's coming
For me
He's gonna take me to the river
I can't swim
He's gonna hold me under
Till I'm washed of sin
He's gonna watch me struggle
Give a little grin
I'm not very sure he
Is letting go again
Take me to the river
I can't swim
He's gonna hold me under
Till I'm washed of sin
He's gonna watch me struggle
Give a little grin
I'm not very sure he
Is letting go again