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?
[Ryder] 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 I said Come on 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?
[spoken] 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 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?
Don't talk to me about heroes Most of these men sing like surfs Jesus was a black man No Jesus was Batman No, no, no, no, not at all That was Bruce Wayne
Who got the biggest Who got the biggest Who got the biggest brain For a year I did bang her And Dennis sleeps fucked off He'll surface again
Don't talk to me about heroes Most of these men sing like Surfs Don't talk to me about your big big heroes Most of these men sing like surfs
He never a sad man Or so call mean bad man Or that's just down to the strain Well he hand out fish man With his centred parted sun tan Then cut all the lame
Who got the biggest Who got the biggest Who got the richest brain Jesus was a black man No Jesus was Batman No, no, no, no, fuck That was Bruce Wayne
Don't talk to me about heroes Most of these men sing like Surfs Don't talk to me about your big big heroes Most of these men sing like surfs
We lead double lives We deal in sex and beautiful women (Whispered) Contemplating
Don't talk to me about heroes Most of these men sing like Surfs Don't talk to me about your big big heroes Most of these men sing like surfs
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?
[Ryder] 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 I said Come on 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?
[spoken] 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 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?
You say the world is mad You say that you've been had You don't like your part in the floor show You say it's all a bust There's no one you can trust Well, tell me something that I don't know
You say the world's a mess It's anybody's guess As to who will deliver that low blow You suffer from the strain You don't dig pain Well, tell me something that I don't know
You say there's some mistake You didn't get your break You don't see the magic in the moonglow You're on a one way street Your life is incomplete Well, tell me something that I don't know
You're uptight It ain't right Well, tell me something that I don't know
