Lyrics:

Hallelujah!
the Young King Sings A Song For The Lover, The Leaver, The Lonely Alike
young Love Waits; If I Cant, Then Ill Meet You At The Gate Of Saint Peter When The Fever Takes My Mind
my God She Came Singing My Name, Sounded Like Rain On The Mountain Where I Burn Alive
young Flame Burn Soft As A Candle Lit Between Our Two Hearts Just Beats Apart In The Dark

spent My Summer Riding High (High) On The Whiplash
head Back
blowing Through The Leaves
growing Up A Preacher Was All You Ever Dreamed

i Got The Holy Roll
i Got The Holy Roll
i Felt The Fever Grip When I Needed It Close (And)
im At The Fever Pitch
not Quite But Nearing It
cant Feed The Fever Yet Im Saving Up My Daily Measurement

im At The Grocery Store
im Buying Eggs And Toast
im Looking At You And Not Where I Walk, bout Broke My Nose Facing Doors
dont Let The Fever Get You
got Got Already
lost My Soul In The Seventh Heaven Making Out On Aisle Eleven

spent My Summer Riding High (High) On The Whiplash
head Back
blowing Through The Leaves
growing Up A Preacher Was Always Just A Dream
all You Ever Needed Were Lines You Could Believe
sing Them To Me Sweetly
only Just A Dream

(Verse 3 Rapping)
well I Know You Cant Walk
with Them Heels In The Dark
kick em Off
lets Talk
let Me Get To Know You
well I Dont Know Nothin
but Im Quick Pickin Up And
i Think I Could Get You In A Minute Or Two
yeah If I Could Get A Minute
four, Five At The Limit
i Think I Might Make You
smile After Dinner
kick Me Under The Table
i Think Thats My In
and I Think I Came For That
what Comes With It

let It Simmer
let It Simmer
simmer Down Please

i Got The Holy Roll
i Got The Holy Roll
i Felt The Fever Grip Me When I Needed It Most (Thank The Lord)
im At The Fever Pitch Now
im At The Fever Pitch
not Quite But Nearly There
i Mean It Man