Every performer is a preacher And need to make a living By giving a piece of the pie Look me in the eye Tell me you believing Every performer is a preacher We need to be adored We'd say it's giving and getting love But there are worms in this old dove Where there are 2 and 2 together They start point their hand We're good - them bad We're glad - them sad It's all one - pretending Some are really good in their preaching Make me forget - all is respect Fake untill you make the perfect mistake And then hustle until your backbone brakes Every performer is a preacher But some I think are for real Solid like brick or steel The ones that make you feel You got more love to give