Lena Philipsson - The Preacher lyrics

Now tell me my friend, how many cars would you like Eternal life, success, happiness, God's blessing Hallelujuh, Hallelujuh, raise your hands to the sky Make a wish, make it double, be rich no problem God is generous to those who believe The trator gotta pay with failure and diseases I'm the son of the son And I've come to preach the world of the Lord I'll make you a wonderful life Just come with me in my limousine And leave all you worries behind Give your soul, give your soul, give me money I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money To be a good man you gotta get down on your knees And praise every breath I take Loyalty, submission, release With my tounge I twist, I parade A traitor has a loss of devotion A traitor has a loss of belief And if the traitor is you, you have a sure rendez-vous With Mr. Misfortune and Mirs. Desease Give your soul, give your soul, give me money I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money I am Salvation, I am healing hand Mrs. Berger, yo're not trying hard enough Coins are only for Satan Temptations will call you and you'll fall in sin But between you and me it's easy You just put your hands together and say your prayer And there you got back to Him Give your soul, give your soul, give me money I say, give it now, give it now, faith is money Life is wonderful I am Salvation, I am the healing hand You are my soldiers, You'll strike on my command Are you ready sons, We're gonna strike the world with the word And the people said Amen!