歌词
Hey
You know what I mean
Sellin'him your religion
Say I walking down a hit song
A booming business
Buying selling belief
Standing in the pews
Talking ballshit ballshit ballshit
Ballshit ballshit
I want to know I want to know
Can you feel the sprit of the lord
There's nothing more sinister
As ministers in dresses
Gather round some nice black people
While I deliver this message
Kill the message
You do nothing but socialise
And become a menace
Put on your reboks man
And go play funky tennis
Can I get a witness
I said can I get a witness
Oh come oh ye faithful
Oh joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet
Oh Pope he got the Nazis
To clean up their messes
He exchanged the gold and paintings
He gave them new addresses
Clean up your messes
Hi hi furer
Hi hi furer
Oh my fathers fathers fathers father
By nature he was bendy
We are the chi chine tribe
And we are over friendly
Can I get a witness
Yeah
Come on
I said
Can I get a witness
Oh come oh ye faithful
Oh joyful and triumphant
Gather around me
While I blow my own trumpet
Can I get a witness
Poppycock
For what we are about to receive
Would he agree a stately minuet would be preferable to a rain dance
Hey there bothers and sisters
Hang in there
Yeah
Oh come oh ye faithful
Oh joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet
Oh come oh ye faithful
You're so joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet
I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
Can you feel
I said
Can you feel
Can you feel
The sprit of the lord
Oh come oh ye faithful
Oh joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet
Can you feel the sprit of the lord
Can you feel the sprit of the lord
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