feel like a preacher

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Uh-oh. Manila folder time.

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Stupid, stupid, stupid Tulip! Please God, or whatever the hell you call yourself, I know we hate each other, but please, please, please, just this once, do the right thing here. I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll be good. I’ll be so damn good, you won’t even know it’s me.

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“It’s going down Monday, June 19 at 9/8c. #Preacher 📷 @dominiccoop”

Preacher Gets Premiere Date! 

It feels like forever has passed since the season one finale, but the show finally has a premiere date set – Monday, June 19th at 9/8c on AMC! Thank God (wherever he may be)

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#StPatricksDay has us feeling like… Regrann from @preacheramc - #Preacher #JoeGilgun #JosephGilgun

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Revv Me Up (Brock's Training Song)
Jasper McVain
Revv Me Up (Brock's Training Song)

(Verse 1)
I’ve got a heart like a prune
I want to snake through your dune
You know the moment is mine (mine)
I’m gonna slaughter some time
I want to spit some exhaust
I want to break through some frost

And when the moment is right, I’m gonna fly a kite

This ride is gonna be rough
This meat is gonna be tough
I’ve got a heart like a beet
I feel the gas in my feet
This naked preacher will play
He’ll wrassle Satan today

And when the moment is right, I’m gonna go fly a kite

(Chorus)
This is the moment
The very instant
That we’ve all been waitin’ for
No stupid gimmicks, or Halloween tricks

Let’s get together and number our sores

A very pretty one
A very fancy one
That has my likeness thereon
Only drawn as if I were a drone

Let’s get together and number our sores

(Verse 2)
This day I make my request
I put the sward to my chest
You see, it all comes down to this
“I’ll knock you flat with a kiss”
I’m full of blood and pea-pods
I’m full of mud and corn-cobs

And when the moment is right, I’m gonna go fly a kite

This stunt is makin’ it through
The game is nick-named P-U
I’ve got a heart like a welt
It’s time to lift up my kilt
I’ll rip the monkey to shreds
I’ll make a shoe of his head

And when the moment is right, I’m gonna go fly a kite

(repeat Chorus)

(Chorus Break)
A quite disgusting one
A quite delightful one
With blood running splatters thereon
Only drawn like an explosion of scum

Let’s get together and number our sores

A quite disgusting one
A quite delightful one
With a dead, headless monkey thereon
Like a airborne primate savior hanging ten

Let’s get together and number our sores