Father MacLean
Early up on the Sunday morning
Wash
his face, have a quick shave and a single cup of tea
Grab
his sermon, his eyes start glowing
He
knows a great light in life, he wanna share with you and me
He's
no jerk
He's
dressed for pulpit work
Saturday's an other story
Walkin' down rainy streets to join another side of life
Always late, "hey love let's hurry"
Hand
in hand with a sunshine who will soon become his wife
Hey
that's cool
Let
the good time rule
Father McLean is a head
bangerBang his head when the music rules the air
He's
inside, a sound injection
Yes
we all need some kicks to push our logic on a ride
He
joins the "I don't care direction"
He
lays off sad confessions, doubts and teenage suicide
Now
you're free
Shake your brain McLean