Preacher Man You make think I’m blind; you may think I’m a freak, but I ain’t going on no one way trip with a priest. You may think I'm blind and bound for hell, but I can see in the dark and sense spirits as well. You may think you’ve found the secrets of old; you may be happy doing what you’re told. You may feel secure in your sanctified cage, but I’m still running free, unbound and unsaved. So preach on, preacher man; preach on, preacher man; preach on, preacher man but don’t forget to go home. Don’t forget to go home.