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