Revival

Just who says hellfire and damnation
In this day and age?
I always picture some earnest young
Reverend with his dark hair
(It is always dark hair!)
Slicked back with old-fashioned Bryl-Cream.
He is in the revival-tent
Which is always down by the river.
And in some seedy way he speaks
To the faith and gullibility of the masses.
He is too nice as he sucks in old ladies,
And the lame and stupid.
There is something they lack
They think they find it in him.
I wonder if he really believes?
Probably not, he may sit in his trailer
Counting the money, racking up souls.
Drowning his sorrows in whiskey,
Maybe once he believed,
And became dragged down,
In some form of hellfire and damnation
That is the life of a travelling
Revival preacher.